My grandfather, boy, there was a character. Other men came home from the war sullen, quick to startle or anger; my grandfather, he came back a ray of sunshine. Always had a smile plastered across his face, always tipped his cap to the ladies and the children and even the stray dogs, always laughed and danced his way down the sidewalk like some blue-collar Fred Astaire.
Grandmother always pretended to be annoyed by it all, but you just knew she loved it. "Oh, God, Euan, don't start that now," she'd say, watching the show with a twinkle in her eye.
Returning from the war a sunshine sounds like wearing an armor in a way... but I guess it is easier to live with than the sullenness that is the alternative.ReplyDelete
Different people deal with trauma in different ways, certainly. :)Delete
I'm a bit embarrassed; I came home from the war but not as a ray of sunshine. Your grandad was special.ReplyDelete
Well this granddad is fictional, so I wouldn't worryDelete
this is very sweet and reminds me of people I know- aren't they just the very best!ReplyDelete
Thanks for reading!Delete
Grandmother's have a reputation to keep up, you know! Enjoyalbe stuff!ReplyDelete
Thank you :)Delete
Just a reminder that all the stories that appear on this blog are fiction. :)Delete
Ah yes, your gramps sounds wonderful!ReplyDelete
Just a second reminder that all the stories that appear on this blog are fiction... :)Delete
Thanks for reading :-)Delete