“Button, button, who’s got the button?”
My Great-Grandma Deloris Karels repeated this simple phrase
as my cousin, sister, and I slowly walked her living room searching for that
button. All she did was hide one somewhere and yet, we were so excited to find
it.
“Maren is getting colder. Oh, Mackenzie is getting very
hot!”
There was no special prize for finding the button and as it
was only the four of us in Grandma K’s apartment, there was no audience to
applaud our triumphs. Sometimes the winner was allowed to hide the
button next, but the three of us usually let Grandma K hide it again. While she did, we would wait in her powdery perfumed bedroom. My sister
couldn’t contain her excitement from the suspense and would bury her face in the bed. My cousin and I
liked to look at all the old pictures that were stuck in the vanity mirror
above Grandma’s silver backed hairbrush, comb, and mirror set.
When Button, Button finally lost its charm, Grandma K had
many more old-fashioned games to entice us. She was always fond of games. Three
other elderly ladies lived in the building and they all often met Grandma K for a
game of cards. Naturally, we had already played a few games of Go Fish and Old
Maid. Caffeine from the coffee Grandma K had let us have—or should I say
creamer and sugar with a splash of coffee—pulsed through us late into the night.
My cousin, sister, and I were meant to be having a special sleepover at Grandma
K’s apartment, but it seemed more like we were being encouraged to test our
limits without the supervision of our parents.
The caffeine made us all the more eager to try more of
Grandma K’s games. We moved on to Clothespin Drop, which is exactly like what
it sounds. Each of us took a turn during a round in which we tried to drop old
clothespins into a large mason jar from varying heights. First we knelt on a
chair and then later we stood on it to make aiming more difficult. I don’t
remember who was better that night, but I do remember how much fun the games were.
Once we finally started to tucker out, Grandma K played
on her air organ—or did she play some harmonica? She was very musically
talented and could play equally well on both instruments. We didn’t want the
night to end, but it had to. The three of us squeezed into the big bed in
Grandma K’s spare room and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of our somewhat
rebellious night, one of the best sleepovers we had all had.
At Grandma K's apartment, 2001. Me, Grandma K, William, Mom, Maren |
This post brought tears to my eyes - tears of happiness. What wonderful memories we all have of Grandma K. How lucky we are that God put her in our lives.
ReplyDeleteSorry to have brought on tears :) But yes we are very lucky.
DeleteI haven't thought about these games in years. You brought back some wonderful memories for me today.
ReplyDeleteThe games were so simple and yet still so engaging. I loved learning about them from my great-grandma. I'm happy to have brought back pleasant memories, that's what I hope to do!
DeleteThis made me so happy thinking of that sleepover! Rest in peace Grandma K.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad, we had a really fun night, didn't we?
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