Table cloths

In honor of black history month *which isn't until Feburay* we are currently reading a selection by Nikii Geovani *So very sorry to all who actually know how to spell that, I've got an idea! Leave a comment and TELL ME* This particular story is about grandmothers. My teacher asked us all to write about our grandmother. Thats it, she didn't say write a memory, or give any details, just write.

This may come as a shock to you all, but my mind dosn't work like that. I like to have something more direct to write about. Just giving me a broad topic dosn't do much good. This meaning I couldn't come up with a darn thing. I'm talking NOTHING, I think I put down she like crossword puzzles. I mean I was with my grandparents for all of my childhood, I spent more time with them then I did with Mom and Dad yet my mind refused to let me think of some long lost treasured memory.

I mean she died 5days ageo! Not 5years ageo! You think I'd be able to come up with SOMETHING! However something intersting did happen at dinner tonight.

My grandfather kept telling my aunt to tell the "Table Cloth story" I having no idea what she was talking about just kinda smiled. Now the story is as fallows.

We have a friend of the family who often barrowed table cloths for P.E.O parties *don't know what it stands for, its a "secret" club thing* Grandfather had given my aunt instructions to give these table cloths to her when she stopped by. Grandfather KNEW she'd fell awkward taking them and she did. She kept refusing and saying she didn't feel comfortable. Aunt Kate kept telling her it was fine and she would have wanted her to have them. They FINALLY find the table cloth in a bag with a note attached.

"When I no longer have a need for these I'd like Virginia to have it." Grandmother July 2003

This is the point in the story when I'm RACKING MY BRAIN for any possible memory that MIGHT clue me in to what the heck there all talking about. Then it hits me, but I didn't even THINK about it then.

Ellen was getting married and Grandfather was sending off all their fine silver as a wedding gift to her. He was rambeling on about boxes and shipping costs and grandmother was just sitting there. I'm off to the side replying with "Really?" and "Yeah" at the appropiate times. I guess I was wondering what I might get for a wedding present as he was currently shipping everything to Ben and Ellen. Leave it to Grandmother to notice my odd look. I don't remember exactly how only that her ripping a piece of paper off and writing something, then making grandfather get her a bag to put a table cloth in. I remember this becasue he thought it was very odd and foolish. I agreed with him.

However when I'm sitting at the dinner table tonight next to my closest *this meaning I"ve seen them within 3years* family members, it ment a lot. Now it was also funny that after reasuring the friend over and over again that it would be oaky to take them they end up MINE. But it was hard not to tear up.

Now what I'm going to DO with this table cloth is another story. *bridge anyone?*