Tale Weaver #75 July 7th – Bedtime Stories for Grandparents


The old lady carefully helped her aging husband into bed. He was getting more and more frail as the days past. She hated what age and time was doing to him but for her it was always a labor of love.

Once settled she crawled in beside him and asked him if he wanted her to tell him one of their stories.

As always he said yes. His body was failing him but his mind was still its agile old self.

She had a tale she loved to tell him knowing he would listen avidly, holding her hand the entire time.

It was the story of a time when a young girl first met a strapping young man on his visit to her town. As she went through the tale the old man would smile at the bits of the story he remembered so clearly. She had been and still was a beautiful girl, who when he asked her if she would marry him replied she would do so in a heartbeat.

The story the old lady told recounted their days living in the bush, miles from civilization where the two of them had learned to be independent and to rely on each other. More than that, they grew to understand the strengths of each other.

The old lady always included one incident where things had not always gone to plan. Like the night they invited their neighbours to dinner and despite her best efforts, she was still a young bride at the time, the chicken she had fussed over all the afternoon had not for some inexplicable reason cooked right through and so she suffered the embarrassment of a not cooked chook. At the time it was very traumatic and she vowed to never invite a single soul to dinner ever again. But time is a great healer and now days they always had a good laugh remembering such times. She recalled the time the old man had said he would build a window box and spend a day measuring, cutting, gluing and nailing and double checking everything only to find the box was still two inches too long. He was so disgusted at the time he vowed never to build anything again and unceremoniously dragged the over-long window box outside and with his power saw cut the offending end off. His ego was bruised to say the least. She did remind him that the next thing he built, a shoe box, was perfect and still in use.

They lay together remembering and reminding each other of this event and that. Still with hands held the old man looked across at his aging bride who turned to look at him. He asked her if she had her time over would she still sign up to a life with him.

With a twinkle in her eye she replied: “In a heartbeat.”


Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/07/tale-weaver-75-july-7th-bedtime-stories-for-grandparents/


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19 Responses to Tale Weaver #75 July 7th – Bedtime Stories for Grandparents

  1. in a heartbeat! love your tale, Michael 🙂

  2. Lyn says:

    That reminds me of my Mum and Dad. They were devoted to one another. They were older when they married (39 and 58) and had me two years later. Dad died when I was fourteen and Mum died in 1985. I miss them still.

  3. kim881 says:

    That is so sweet, Michael.

  4. Another good story to keep your Kleenex stock investment sound. Sweet and beautiful are taken so I’ll say, in a heartbeat, warm.

  5. celticmama36 says:

    This is beautiful and reminds me of talks that David and I have on occasion, remembering the old days. Thank you for sharing this.

  6. mandibelle16 says:

    Beautiful story and so lovely that the old man and old woman still want to be together and wouldn’t have changed their life together for anything in the world. Its lovely how the old man’s wife tells him their story, so he doesn’t forget. Maybe it sticks. Bittersweet and lovely Michael.

  7. luckyjc007 says:

    A great story of some of the wonderful days and experiences of their life together and the love they still have for each other. I love the last line..With a twinkle in her eye she replied: “In a heartbeat.”

  8. Love this, such a great tale.

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