Talking about Grandma G yesterday made me think a little harder about what my actual favorite things are around the holidays, which includes her and my Grandaddy.

My grandparents loved musical, naturally that meant I did too, I LOVED spending time with them.  My favorite musicals to watch with them were Oklahoma and White Christmas.  I get goose bumps just thinking about that movie and how great it was to spend 2 hours with them in the warm house filling our eyes and ears with the yummy sights and sounds of Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney.  My word, I LOVE that movie and memory.

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My Grandaddy was a WWII veteran, D-Day, Italy, Africa, the whole European Campaign, it is amazing what he experienced, though he never talked about it.  This movie resonated for the people of that era so much because it embraced that war-time feel.  I didn’t really know why at the time, but I was proud of my Grandaddy and would picture him a part of the movie at the end when the Colonel was honored with his song from Bing and the boys. 

Grandaddy and Grandma’s story is actually quite remarkable.  They fell in love through letters during his deployment.  They both went to the same church for years so they knew of one another.  When the draft began, naturally he was called up.  Unfortunately, his father took ill and passed while he was in Africa.  Grandma felt sorry for him and starting corresponding with him through letters.  For years they communicated only in writing and when he finally came home from the terrors of war, she was waiting for him.  They were married, lived and loved like teenagers until the day he died.  That’s the short of it, but no less enviable to the true romantics out there.   

Thinking about White Christmas and my time with my beloved Grandparents grounds me back to what is and always has been important.  It is funny how certain songs, pictures and movies can do that to you. So, I am hoping on my drive home from work today, I will be hoping that the Christmas Carol radio station will hold back the pop songs of my generation, and instead take me back to my most favorite White Christmas memories with Grandma and Grandaddy. 

 

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