My Grandma/Grandpa had the unusual habit of…

Sunday, September 18, 2011

My Grandma/Grandpa had the unusual habit of…

I can only think of one unusual thing any of my grandparents used to do—and I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I think it was unusual enough to earn its own Sunday Memory entry.

Every time I entered the room, every time he saw me, my Grandpa would raise his right hand above his head as if he was holding something and would ask me, “What am I?” The answer to the question, of course, was the Statue of Liberty. Every once in awhile, though, he would raise his left arm. Then, when he asked the question, I would answer, “the Statue of Liberty,” and he would shake his head, reminding me that she holds the torch in her right hand.

He was the Statue of Liberty. But why was he the Statue of Liberty? I can only speculate, really. No one in the family seems to know why he did it, and to my knowledge, Grandpa never did this to anyone else. It was unusual, but it was our “thing.” For some reason, it seemed important to him that I know about the Statue of Liberty.

Mom suggested recently that the Lady is an icon to my grandparents’ generation. He was a 1st Sergeant in the United States Army during the Second World War, and although I don’t remember any specific moments or conversations, I remember him (and Grandma) being very patriotic. Liberty, freedom, America meant something to him.

Maybe it was a symbol of that freedom he loved so dearly. Maybe he just enjoyed connecting with me about something so universal (Heaven knows we had little enough in common back then). I really don’t know. Whatever the reason, I’m thankful. I love having a memory of my Grandpa that belongs to me.

Unusual. It’s those unusual habits, those quirks, those mysterious details of our family members’ lives that endear them to us. Hold onto those memories.

All my love,

Aunt Sarah

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