I was 17 years old. My grandparents were in the front seat of their late 80s Oldsmobile Ciera sedan, and I sat in the back with my great grandmother, who was also in her late 80s.
We drove through Longview, Washington, on a clear, sunny November day en route to my cousin’s birthday party at a pizza place.
As we cruised down the long highway stretch of Longview, I looked to my left and a few young guys in a muscle car were flashing smiles and revving the engine.
I turned to my great grandmother. “Those boys are smiling at you, Grandma!”
She laughed, smiled that beautiful smile and waved them off.
The boys continued to speed alongside our Oldsmobile and soon my grandpa was in on the fun, telling great-grandma she should stop flirting with those kids. We lost them as we turned into the pizza place.
“It’s been a long time since that has happened,” Great-grandma said.
It’s not often a girl is cruising with her grandparents and gets chased by a couple of hot rods. But it is one of my favorite memories of my great-grandmother. She was always up for a drive and every family gathering was an adventure with her.
Great-grandma made everyone feel like family. She was the first person you looked for at a family function. She was the definition of joy, grace and hospitality. I dream of growing up to be as like her as I possibly can.
I also hope one day, when I’m more than 80 years old, I can cruise the town with my children and great-grandchildren and still laugh at silly boys in their hot rods.
Do you have a fun memory with one of your grandparents? Please share!
one of the proud great-granddaughters of Leona Marie Johnston