I am not sure when this episode happened but it would have been sometime in the years 1984-1986. It was perhaps summertime and we had spent some time at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Leaving to go home was hard on us all. It was especially hard on the children who had enjoyed all the spoiling and the lavish love.
As was usual, we had slowly loaded up our 1979 Chevrolet van and were putting the finishing touches on the house search for lost or forgotten items. (There was always a large spread of such things.) It was almost down to the last moments for our departure and Miss Rebecca had been belted into her car seat. The first victim for removal was thus secured. It was a sunny and hot day and Grandpa was out at the van, shielding Becca from the Sun’s direct rays by standing next to the open sliding van door.
Becca was crying and sad to leave and in response to some soothing pleasantry from Grandpa, blurted out in misdirected anger, “I hate you!” That really tickled his funny bone, and for years afterwards he related the story to us of how Beckster J. Weckster hated him. Of course the polar opposite was too true and it was probably not half a mile down the road after we left Ronnie Way that she was asking for him and wanting to return.
Return we did, many, many times to the “hated” Grandpa and Grandma’s house. Love with a capital “L” was always present there and I do not think that Becca was ever so misguided as to “hate” Grandpa again.
JP 12-31-2011
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