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Second Sandwich Family – the mother’s perspective

It’s amazing what pops into your head just before you drift off to sleep: I suddenly realized this is not my first Sandwich Family!

For the first 10 years of my life, we lived with my grandmother. As a matter of fact, I am named for her, Mary, and for my grandfather, Rob. (This is an old southern custom, the combining of several family names for a child.)

Since my father worked in road construction around the state of Virginia, he was gone during the week and only came home on weekends. My grandmother was widowed so the combining of the two families just naturally happened. Both my mother and grandmother worked but I never had a babysitter. If mother or grandmother was not available, one of my aunts was more than willing to help out. I’m not even sure if anyone even knew the term “babysitter.”

What triggered this entry was thinking about my grandmother and how soft she was to lean against. She was often the one in the middle of the backseat of our car on trips – me on one side and my brother on the other, softly cushioned on her ample frame, and usually sound asleep. (No car seats or seat belts back in the old days.) I can still remember how soft she was and how good she smelled – of talcum powder since there wasn’t any deodorant for women along with cold cream and Jergens lotion. Jergens, by the way, is still one of my favorite scents.

Now, I am the grandmother in my own Sandwich Family here in Ohio, living just across the garage from two of our five grandchildren. The boys often slip over for a visit.  At some point, we usually end up on the couch watching TV. Both of my hands are busy with back, foot and leg rubs.

Over the weekend the younger of the two knocked on the door and asked if he could have lunch with us. His mother later told us that he said he was going for lunch and that, if it was okay, he wouldn’t be back for awhile.

It surely is nice to have my second Sandwich Family.

Post written by MaryRob.


Dinner “out” in slippers: the mother’s perspective

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Our daughter Kay has already explained how we got to where we are now: across the garage from her and her family in our 826-square foot palace, which was designed by her husband. With his vast computer knowledge, he was able to take our desires and put them into an actual drawing, then turned over to the company that built our home.

The best part is being just across the garage from Kay and the family. That means we don’t have to go outside in bad weather to be a part of their lives. Since we combined households in September, 2012, we have had dinner with them on Sunday nights. They make the dinner and I make the dessert. I really love to cook. Being the dessert-maker keeps me on my toes since I try not to repeat anything too often.

Last Sunday we were treated to “gourmet hot dogs” with a variety of toppings, including chili, onions, cheese and sauerkraut – our son-in-law’s invention that their two sons love. After dinner we were talking to Kay in the kitchen. I happened to look down and both my husband, H, and I still had on our slippers! Since we are across the garage and not subject to snow and ice and boots, we had just picked up the cake and started across, completely forgetting about the slippers we were wearing. What a joy, I realized!

What a joy it is as well to share these times with our grandsons, B and R (ages 6 and 11). They often come to visit us in their slippers, too.

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