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40 THE RURAL VOICE
Grandma Forgot
... by Coralie Adams
rriving at Mother's house
for Sunday dinner, I found her in a
perplexed, vexed mood.
"What's the matter Mom?" I asked.
"Besides you being late," she
retorted, "I can't get Davey to wake
up. I've called him and called him
until I'm just sick of it!" Davey is
Mom's teenaged grandson.
"You can't get Davey up? I find
that hard to believe. Surely, having
raised four sons, you of all people
should know how to make a kid get a
move on. Especially for dinner."
and noticed Mom's mother sitting
peacefully in her rocking chair. "And
Mom," I added, "give me a hand here.
We've got to boost Grandma up onto
the cupboard."
"Grandma on the cupboard!"
yelled Mother. "Have you lost your
mind?"
"Nope," I told her with a
smile. And if you don't want to
lose Grandma, just do as I say."
Mom complied. Grandma was
hoisted onto the cupboard, and the rest
of the family, including Mother, was
Quicker than you could say Jack -in -tire -box, there was a
crash in the basement, followed by a sound like a herd of
buffalo racing up the stairs, another tremendous crash as
an upper door was thrown wide .. .
"I guess I've forgot," Mom said
plaintively. She sat down at the
breakfast nook and looked hopeless.
"Well Mom," I told her
enthusiastically, "I'm going to give
you a demonstration. It's pretty
simple really, but relatively
dangerous."
"Dangerous?" Mom queried,
interest giving her voice new life.
"Yup, dangerous," I replied
assuredly. "Call everyone else in
from the yard, get them to sit around
the table, and leave one spot empty
next to the door for Davey."
"The spot next to the door is my
place," Mom said defiantly.
"Not today it isn't," I told her.
"Not unless you want to get hurt, that
is."
"Hurt? What's hurt got to do with
dinner?" Mom asked, her voice rising.
"Like you say, Mom, you've
forgot, and you've given me permis-
sion to get things in order, so just do
as I say."
I checked the room out thoroughly
seated at the table prepared to thank
God for the meal set in front of them.
"Ahem," I said. "I know this is
unusual, but would each of you please
fill your plate prior to saying Grace,
please?" My family threw me and
each other questioning glances but did
as they were told.
"Okay, all's ready then? Now
Mother, I am about to give you the
long awaited demonstration of how to
get Davey up."
Mother twisted her lips, but for
once in her life forbore to question
me. I strode to the top of the stairs
and bellowed, "DINNER!" then ran
yelling, "Move over Granny!" and
leapt nimbly up onto the cupboard and
held onto her.
Just in the nick of time. For
quicker than you could say Jack-in-
the-box, there was a crash in the
basement, followed by a sound like a
herd of buffalo racing up the stairs,
another tremendous crash as an upper
door was thrown wide, a whoosh of
air that nearly blew Granny and I over,