True Story Tuesday – May 4, 2010

I love Tuesdays. Not only does it mean it’s one day closer to the weekend but it means it’s no longer Monday! And it’s hosting True Story Tuesday courtesy of Rachel and Mr. Daddy. You know you’ve got an honest-to-goodness, true story lurking around in there that you want to share. So, write it down and then link it at Once Upon A Miracle. It’ll be fun. I promise.

Remember yesterday I told y’all I had spent Saturday afternoon with my Grandma and she shared some stories with me? Well, one of them was a doozie, let me tell you. When we got to my parents house and I was telling Daddy about the story, my mom laughed and said, “Well, there’s your True Story Tuesday.” She emailed me the picture so I could include it, so it’s OK that I’m telling it.

We were sitting at my grandma’s bar and she had some pictures there of her and my grandpa. It was 13 years this past February that Grandpa’s been gone and at this stage in her life right now, she’s gets so very teary-eyed when she talks about how much she misses him. She had a snapshot of the two of them and had written on the back “Me and my sweet husband”, so I added “Married 52 years” and the date they were married to help her remember. She really loved him and it tugs at your heartstrings when she talks about how he was the only one for her, that he was her best friend and how close they were.

Then we looked at their wedding picture. They were married in 1943 and their wedding picture looks like a modern day studio portrait. Except apparently, that smile Grandpa had was not just from the joy of getting married. Here is where the tears in her eyes dried up and I believe it was from the fire that was now blazing from them.

To hear Grandma tell it, a very single and very jealous friend got my Grandpa drunk that day. We’re talking plastered, you know as in more than Cooter Brown? So drunk that according to Grandma “He didn’t sleep with me that night.” {This is where I started to choke, cringe and become somewhat nervous about where the story was going and just what she meant by “sleep with me”. All that was going through my head, were the words “Must.remember.to.breathe.”}

Now why I said it I’ll never know but a laugh and “Oh yeah?” came out of my mouth. She said that’s right and went on to tell me that next morning he woke up and said, “Babe, you alright?” She said she told him, “Let me tell you one thing mister. You didn’t sleep with me last night because you got drunk. And if you get drunk again, you’ll never sleep with me!” Ok, at this point I was literally sweating and wondering just how much more she was going to share. Thankfully, just this much. Whew!

So, in honor of my grandparents, Noe and Winnie and their 52 years of marriage, here is the picture that provided today’s TST.

Oh by the way – I guess that little talk of hers apparently worked and put the fear of Jesus in him. Just ask my mama or one of their other two children.

Ain’t love grand?