For Grandaddy, I knew right away what I wanted to include. Without hesitation I told her, "an arrowhead." She knew right away why that was my first choice.
When I was young, probably about 8 years old, I collected rocks. Don't ask me how that hobby started, but I was VERY into it, and was always super excited when we went to the rock shop at Metamora so I could add to my collection.
On one of our trips to Lexington to see Grandmother and Grandaddy, we went to a local mall and there was a rock show going on. I can't remember if we went to the mall specifically for the rock show, but I remember how excited I was about going.
While we were looking around at all of the rocks, fossils and petrified what-not, Grandaddy leaned over to me, and aske me in his thick Kentucky accent, "Would you like an airhead for your collection sweetheart?"
"An airhead?" I asked. "What's an airhead?"
"You know, an airhead!" Grandaddy said, as he pointed to one of these...
"Ahhhh! An arrowhead!" I finally understood what he meant. We all had a good laugh about Grandaddy's "airheads" and to this day it is one of my most favorite memories of him.
I will probably find a nice photo of the two of us to put in his casket, but I'm most excited about the airhead.
4 comments:
*hugs* I'm sorry to hear about your granddaddy :-(
I did the same thing with my grandpa when he passed at Thanksgiving. He always loved chocolate, so we got him a giant Hershey's bar for his casket. It was really nice to know we sent him to heaven with his favorite treat :-)
That is so sweet Stephanie!
And I will be leaving a little statue of a garden gnome, because Grandaddy had me convinced the little creatures had a colony in the shrubs outside their front porch...great memories...and I remember the "airhead" story quite well.
:) I love that Carrie!
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