Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
A child of God, a son, a brother, a cousin, a friend, an uncle, a husband, a father. Tom Conway was a man in full. He was many things throughout his life. But, to those of us standing here now, he was Grandaddy.
Ever since I can remember, summertime meant Grandmama and Grandaddy. It was the same for all of us: we didn't go away to camp; we went to Grandmama and Grandaddy's. Many of you gathered here today may remember those summer visits. To say that our summers were fun would be a tremendous understatement. In a word, they were magical. Grandmama and Grandaddy made it so.
First, a word about Grandmama. Our Grandmama is a strong woman, and she loves her grandchildren, and she wanted us for the summer. Think about that statement for a moment. She wanted us - and in those days, there were just five of us - for the summer. There was no question of where would we all sleep, or bathe, or what would we eat, or however would they corral all of those children and maintain their sanity. They just did it. And to this day, it is lasting bond we all share.
It would be easy to say that Grandmama was the one who made it work; and she did. But the secret we can share today is this: so did Grandaddy. It was hard to figure who had more fun during our summer visits. To our parents' great surprise and delight, Grandaddy was very involved with all of us. No matter how many years go by, the fabric of our lives is woven on memories of weekly trips to Aunt Frankie's, with Grandaddy stuffing our bags full of even more candy; Friday night trips to McDonald's for supper; re-naming the Seven Sisters during every trip to Greenville; walks in the pasture to pick wild blackberries; change for a cold soda pop from the Coke machine at Uncle Max's sawmill; picking crabapples from the tree; eating watermelon on the back porch; doodlebugs; roly poly houses; pepper soupy; fishing trips where Micah always caught more fish; tape recorded snores that were played back during supper - he always denied those snores, but he laughed all the same; rides in the purple International - no car seats or seat belts necessary; trips on the "Bug"; and so many more that are so personal and precious to all of us.
Forty years with a Grandaddy whose lasting legacy is a strong family that will pass on to our children the love of life, nature, family and God.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
- Brooks is 4 1/2 years old.
- He is getting smarter everyday!
- He is an expert at the Wii - his favorite games are tennis and ping pong.
- I am secretly glad that he doesn't start school until next Fall.
- He has my teeth (and will also, I'm sure, have braces)
- This boy was a champ this past Fall when he got his flu shot. Didn't even cry.
- He loves to pick out his own clothes. Come to think of it, when has he not. :)
- I have gotten him to try green beans and corn a few times in the past few months.
- He says he likes the green beans but not the corn.
- He is the best at saying yes ma'am and no ma'am.
- He still sleeps with his blanket. Every night. No exceptions.
- He is learning a lot about spelling from Kate.
- We got the best compliment about his behavior at church a few weeks ago!
- He LOVES playing with ball with Scott. Either throwing the tennis ball or hitting it.
- He still cries every time he gets hurt. :(
- He tells me he loves me everyday. And, 90% of the time he does it unprompted.
- He and I play kissing games - when we kiss each other we see who can wipe it off the fastest.
- I can see his stubbornness is giving in just.a.bit.
- I am seeing what my Mom meant when she said how special a son is to his Mom.
- I don't know what I will do when I have to go to the dentist by myself, without him in my lap while getting work done.
- He goes to class by himself. He still won't go to kidsing.
- His friends at church are Cooper, Reese, Jamie and Laura.
- Dad says he is going to be a smart, good boy. Dad is usually right about these things. :)
- He still likes being called Brooksie. One day he will hate it. Kate nicknamed him Brooksie.