Grandchildren share personality traits

February 23, 2004

When my kids were going though a certain stage of adolescence, I told them they gave me plenty of things to talk about. Now their offspring do, only instead of talking, I grab a pencil and a piece of paper and a story is born.

Speaking of offspring, one would think out of nine grandkids, I'd at least have a namesake. I used to hear older people say that about their children when I was growing up. I really don't know what it means. I figured it just meant one of the next generation would be named after them.

Now, I think it involves so much more, such as inheriting the characteristics from the previous generation. One would hope this would involve your better qualities and not the bad ones. But for now, let's just talk about the good qualities.

I have one grandchild who doesn't bear my name, but looks like me when I was her age. Two more that keep a diary. So do I, only we older folks call it journaling. And all my grandkids either like to read or be read to. So do I. They all like to tell me stories because they like for me to write about the stories they give to me. And that's how this story began.


My granddaughters spent the night with me recently because their daddy had some minor surgery. One of these little girls was the same one who had informed her granny at her last visit that the tooth fairy had been fired.

She had remembered the rule from her last overnight stay that you don't talk to granny before her first cup of coffee. So, she asks me how long I'd been up the next morning, then noticed I was sipping on my coffee, before she plowed into me with one of her question and answer sessions. At first I thought this was going to be a repeat of the last visit because she asked me if she could have a cup of coffee.

I said, "Sure, cream and sugar like the last time?" Then I told her to sit over at the bar.

She said, "Granny, come sit down beside me and we'll drink our coffee together. Get your pencil and piece of paper, because I have another story for you."

"Well," I said. "This does resemble our last encounter, while sipping on the old java stuff. What's on your mind, baby girl?"

She laughed then proceeded to say, " I had this dream Granny."

I grinned back at her and said, "I've had a few of them things, myself."

"No, really, Granny. I dreamed my mom gave away my special brush."

"Who gave you such a special brush?"

I thought her answer might have been me, but she surprised me when she said, "Nanny Arlene."

I told her that I could see how she might have a special doll, blanket or even a Barbie cup, but not a hair brush. Then she finishes telling me that her mama gave this brush to her cousin Megan.

When she dreams things, she feels like they really have happened. So, the next morning she gets up, goes over to her white vanity drawer to look, and the brush is still there. I asked her, "Just what does this mean?"

Since I had given her a piece of the money from the last story she gave me, I asked her did this mean that if this story goes to press, does she want another $2. To that she replied, not two, but three.

Here again, my namesake. One day, I hope to make money at this, but she's getting ahead of me. Wonder if I couldn't hire her as my agent?

Faye Shumaker lives in Garrard County.|None***

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