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Mary is the co-author of The Grandparent Connection: 365 Ways to Connect With Your Grandchild's Heart.
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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Simple Things in Life



Tuesday's Grand Connection Thought
by Mary May Larmoyeux

Not too long ago Pops and I went to an antique car show and it was a lot of fun. There were games for the kids like "throw a fan belt," "roll a tire," etc.

Surprisingly, my favorite thing wasn't the beautiful street rods. It was seeing two of our grandkids run up to Pops and me with outstretched arms, calling our names.

Although the chili dog with onions was mighty good, it wasn't as satisfying as standing back and watching a toddler attempt to roll a very small tire as his big sis tossed fan belts like they were Frisbees.

It really doesn't take much to make a kid happy, does it?

My childhood memories included climbing a "slippery" tree, holding squirming puppies, and lying in the warm grass while imagining shapes of animals in the clouds above. And it seems like yesterday when Pops and my children were having obstacle races in the back yard and building make-believe forts out of sheets and blankets.

Do you ever feel like life today is far too complicated? Maybe it's time to go back and savor our real treasures−God, family ... and simple things.

What were some of the simple things that you enjoyed as a child. What about your kids and grandkids?

He is able,

He is able,
Mary
Article and picture © by Mary May Larmoyeux. All rights reserved.
Picture © by Jim Larmoyeux.All rights reserved.

3 comments:

Sharon Ball said...

Sounds like a great time. Love the pretty read car!

Mary May Larmoyeux said...

It was lots of fun and I loved looking at the beautiful cars!

Anonymous said...

I remember siblings and cousins taking turns jumping from the hayloft onto the bag swing and circling the apple tree. I remember taking turns climbing inside the big rubber tire and rolling down cousin high terrace and rolling until we crashed into the fence. The old bull would gape over the fence as we crawled out and toddled back up the hill for a second ride. I remember a summer day when we sat on top of the streetcar playhouse and rolled corn silk cigarettes. We became so sick after we smoked just one puff. It never happened again.
I remember my brother making stilts which changed us into stiff legged giants. He also made a crystal set radio and we listened to stations, KMOX in St. Louis and KDKA in Pittsburgh. We do have good memories of those days. Now, let’s go make a kit and tie a long ragged tail that will swoop over the hill. -Rita