A grandparent is a treasure. You find the older
you get the more you appreciate them as a loved one. The amount of
time they've spent on this earth is incomprehensible to you, a
grandchild, two generations behind. The experiences they've had, in
decades that you consider recent-history, the changes they've
witnessed, and the lessons they've learnt in their life is admirable
by vast amounts.
A grandparent's home is a comfort. It's where you
are truly looked after. Tea is always made, and lovingly homemade
sweet treats presented on a daintily patterned plate they've had for
years and years, bought from a home ware store which is unlikely to
still be in business.
The trinkets collected throughout their life are
proudly displayed, and you only notice how many there are until you
pay close attention.
There's that tomato-shaped cooking timer that you
remember thinking was really cool when you were younger, still there,
but less fascinating now you're an adult. It's just an egg timer but
you smiled when you found it the other day: it still works. The wind
chimes for decoration and the paperweights along the window ledge.
There's the collection of union jack flags, displaying true
patriotism. You see them and look back at that time they picked up a
flag in that tacky seaside town souvenir shop with a smile, at least
ten years ago now, saying that'll look lovely displayed in my flat.
Along with those come the vast amount of colourful fridge magnets of
holidays they've been on, places they've visited, or ones they've
been gifted by sons, daughters, siblings.
Then there's the recent additions to the home.
That cutout of some 'hunky' man, probably a Hollywood actor your Nan
has taken a fancy too, cut out the other weeks' newspaper and
blu-tacked onto the cabinet. Then the obligatory cutout of Elvis, or
similar musician from the fifties or sixties that you personally
aren't a massive fan of, but appreciate the talent and how your
grandparent must've adored and danced to them when they were your
age, just like you do with musicians and bands you love now. The
calendar they got free with the newspaper last year, photos of baby
Prince George which gives your Nan the biggest smile on her face.
It's scribbled with plans to meet friends for tea, and small outings
planned with their community group to visit the seaside on the
weekend.
Of course you've got the few technology bits that
you or your parents have helped set up, bringing them into the 21st
century, purely to make communication easier. The flip phone with
larger sized numbers on is what they've settled for, and while the
continuous questions are thrown at you with how do I do this again? You watch adoringly as they pop on their glasses and punch the
buttons at a painfully slow pace.
These things make up the familiar background
that's there when you visit your dear grandparents, you're there to
focus on spending time with them, not the things around you. But it's
trinkets and collectables, the home comforts, that you don't even pay
attention to, that are wonderful to think about and realise when you
do.
Laura Sewell
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