Grandma, Aunts, and Arkansas

Now that I am older, one of my favorite things to do is travel down south to Arkansas and visit my grandmother. When I was younger this was a burden that I felt was unnecessary. Visiting grandma usually meant I was missing out on something more important.

As an adult, I realize how important it really is to be with family; especially the older, more entertaining family. I now like to go visit my grandmother and her two sisters. All of them are in their 80’s now and they still bicker and argue like they did when they were young.

My Great Aunt Rita is the oldest and the most quiet and courteous. She would give you the clothes off of her back....literally. My Great Aunt Virginia is the next and a fashionable spitfire. She will tell you like it is. The youngest of the sisters is my Grandmother. She is spoiled and has to have what everyone else has.

When ever they get together its always entertaining. As they get older I know the importance of spending time with them. They are the last three siblings left of six kids. It’s sad to think that they once had three brothers, now they have each other.

This past weekend my family and I traveled down to Arkansas to celebrate Mother’s Day and my Aunt Virginia’s birthday. It was a treat as always.