Really Good Times

May 7, 2018 | Life in Progress

When I was seven-ish, we lived with my Nana and Grandad in rural North Florida for a bit. Some of my happiest, most stable childhood memories are from these years. Nana and Grandad seemed SO OLD, and I was always so intrigued (in all the best ways) by their oldness. I’m certain my affinity for the elderly was informed during these years. Anyway, they lived on a lake (a dream for a kid), so there was a ton jumping off our dock into the lake, swimming with our giant dog (the sweetest German Shepard), fishing, catching snakes and tadpoles, and so much adventure in the woods. It was a very simple life. A rural life. And there were alligators and poisonous snakes – you know, the legendary stuff of childhood stories.

My parents left for work super early in the mornings, and Nana would get me ready for school. She made me grits and eggs every single morning before school. And my grandad would smoke his pipe while playing checkers with me while I ate my grits. Nana loved me to pieces and I knew it. She always had homemade chocolate cake at the ready, resting in the pie safe. And she was always full of kindness, hugs, and just so much love. She took a lot of pride in teaching me cursive and that pride passed onto me when I won an award for best cursive handwriting in the third grade. She’d take me to the Baptist church on Sundays, almost always followed by a big lunch of fried chicken.

Good times. Really good times. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Years later when Nana had excruciating dementia, we’d visit her but she didn’t know who we were, though she would talk to us anyway. There was one time, though, that she couldn’t stop staring at me, as if she felt our connection, but she couldn’t quite make sense of it.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
We all have our childhood stories – the ones that are super informative to our development. Some stories require much healing later in life, and then (hopefully) there are memories of stability, adventure, and love like these years on the lake. Grateful.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Sending much love,

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  1. Pam

    I was right there with you as you trotted down memory lane. Your words are so encouraging for us “older”gals who now have grand children. We have such an opportunity to encourage and influence the younger children. What an honor to go through the different stages of life. Kelly Rae, you are who you are this very day because of your grand mother and grand father’s influence on your young life. You are one special young lady with a heart that pleases the Lord….this was a beautiful tribute!

  2. Melissa

    This was so moving, Kelly! Thank you for sharing your story. I’ve been thinking of my story quite a bit, lately. I’ll wonder why I’m often so grim, and then details of my childhood just sort of shimmer to the surface. I haven’t really learned to turn that into gold yet like you have but you are a wonderful guide.

    • Kelly Rae Roberts

      Thank you, Melissa! That is so kind of you to say. You’re doing very hard work, but so, so worth it.


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