I think it is time that I acknowledge the change that has taken place in these essays. I have wandered rather irrevocably away from my original premise "Things my grandkids should know," and have pretty much exhausted my store of "wisdom." My son's hope for my writing is that it will be a way for his children to know me if I am not around anymore as they grow up. The truth is, I simply enjoy committing my thoughts to this medium and hoping that they will be read. Since this changed direction does provide at least a small window into the personality of Grandpa B, I have decided to just run with it.
My thoughts today are being sparked by news from our younger daughter in law that she has embarked on renovating/redecorating their home. Since that home is the house that Grandma B and I lived in for thirty years until I retired, these changes give me pause. When she talks about taking down wallpaper, I think about when we put that paper up. When she talks about getting rid of the couches, I think about when we purchased them. The wallpaper and the couches, and the drapes and the carpets, are now old and worn out and need to go. Part of me recognizes this, and part of me is yelling NO, we worked so hard putting all those things in and we had it all just right; Keep it the way we have always had it. Of course, that part of me is wrong. It is no longer our home that they are living in. It's their house now and I love it that she is making it their home.
Of course, what I am really upset about is simply the passage of time. Almost forty years ago Grandma B and I embarked on the adventure of creating a home together. We are now a retired couple whose children are all grown up and gone on to their own lives. It is painful to recognize that we are no longer the kids who worked hard to turn an old house into our home and that now it is the turn of other kids. It is also gratifying to look back through all the memories that were created in that home. The memories won't be taken away because the house has changed owners and is now being changed. Making a house a home is definitely a labor of love, and it's the best paying job I ever had.