When we would go out to the country to visit Grandma K and Papa, both daughters were drawn to the fence around the yard and house. They would climb up it because it was there. Sometimes they would straddle the fence, other times sit on top facing away from the house, just surveying the pastures, the cows, perhaps watch Papa adjusting the tractor. But, more than once they’d make a beeline to the gate. They’d climb on it and swing on it. Oh it would swing out wide to provide a smooth ride when they were little. The second and third pictures had to have been taken when he wasn’t looking, because surely he would have called out to scold “Don’t swing on the gate! It’ll pull the hinges out.” I love these photos…just snapshots.
I too, remember doing things when my grandma wasn’t looking. When my grandmother from Alaska came to visit, she had her own towel in the bathroom. No one was to use it; it was her towel. When she wasn’t looking I’d wipe my hands on her towel after washing my hands just because it was the closest one to the sink.
When we visited my other grandmother in Mexico, we weren’t allowed on the balcony without someone with us as she lived on the fourth floor of a semi-highrise apartment building. I remember being among the first to wake up, perhaps the first, walking into the living room, carefully and secretly opening the door and just standing out on the balcony in my nightgown looking way down to the street below.
What did you do when grandma or grandpa weren’t looking?