Meet Grandma Flegal. We are the luckiest little family to be living with her.(photo taken fall 2006)
In the fall of 2006, Andrew was deep into his junior year of college. Eliza and I spent many nights alone. To ease the loneliness, we'd spend an evening or two upstairs with Grandma Flegal. It was during this time, that I introduced her to the game show, "Deal or No Deal."
A year and half later, she still watches it. When a "wholesome," likable contestant is featured, she quickly speculates that,
"They must be a member of the Church."
I feel confident that this program is the only show, other than the news, that she watches that isn't on PBS/KBYU... until last night.
After eating dinner with her, Andrew and Eliza headed outside to mow the lawn. Not wanting to "eat and run" I made a choice. It was time to introduce her to something else, something more addicting. In the words of Ryan Seacrest,
"This is..... American Idol"
I have a tendency to 'over-explain' and 'repeat unnecessary information' (shocking, I know) to make sure that the person gets my point. I like things to be clear. So after I explain to her the shows process and content, I turn to channel 13 to indulge in one of my weekly pleasures.
While rinsing a dish, Grandma asks,
"American Idol, eh? Is this where that Hannah Banana came from?"
Knowing exactly who she is referring to, I begin to laugh.
"No Grandma, Hannah Montana is a product of the Disney Channel."
Minutes pass and before you know it, we're watching Jason Castro perform. Despite her extreme disapproval of his dreadlocks, she says,
"Now, he's a good looking kid."
"You think so?" I reply. "My Mom thinks he looks like John Travolta"
"Oh." She says. After processing through her amazingly accurate and intact memory she realizes,
"I don't know who John Travolta is."
I knew she was pure in heart, but this was truly surprising.
"Grandma!! You don't know who John Travolta is? Have you ever seen the movie, Grease?"
She shakes her head 'no'.
Although I've never seen the film (it might be rated R), I say,
"I think he's in Saturday Night Fever."
A moment of silence passes before she innocently questions,
"When is THAT program on?"
Goodness, I love Grandma. Although she isn't mine biologically she treats me like I am. I lost my Grandmother's way too soon, so to feel nurtured by Lois Flegal has been one of the greatest gifts of my adult life.
Why I love Grandma:
- She's my friend. She confides in me her worries and allows me to do the same.
- If Andrew and I disagree over something trivial, she'll side with me (*snicker).
- She's over protective like I am.
- She's not satisfied with a visit unless she's had the chance to fix you something "good" - my personal favorite, her homemade popcorn.
- Her work ethic is amazing. She spends a long part of her day outside, working in her yard. Her knowledge of roses, gardening, etc is astounding.
- She's a romantic. She dreams of Grandpa Flegal and is quick to tear up when sharing with you the dream or when she's sharing a memory.
- She has the biggest heart I know. She loves and talks highly of each of her Grandchildren (and great). Her example assures me that it is possible for God to know and love each of us individually.
- Her sense of humor... there's no one more fun to laugh with.