I bought some roasted peanuts for Michael's Easter basket and decided to bring some of the extra to the office to munch on. I was eating some this morning and a few of them weren't cracking open very easily. This reminded me of a time when I was very young. I used to spend a lot of time at my grandparents' house when I was little.
One day, when I was about five, I was eating some peanuts that Grannie had roasted for us. As I cracked open each shell I saw that my grandfather was watching me and he told me to bring him one so that he could show me the right way to crack them. He had all his teeth pulled years before and never wore his false teeth...so he couldn't enjoy the peanuts. Even though I knew this, my response was, "No, I know what you're going to do. You're going to trick me and eat my peanuts." So, I showed him that I knew how to crack open the peanuts...he didn't watch me this time, but turned his attention back to the television show that he was watching. I started to feel bad that I didn't let him show me, so I thought I would make a joke and I put two empty shells back together and said, "Okay, here...so me with this one" as I handed the empty shell to him. He didn't take it though and that is where my memory of this time with my grandfather fades. My grandfather died a couple years later. Though I know that it didn't hurt my grandfather's feelings, thinking back now some twenty years later, I always wish that I would have rushed over and sat on his lap and let him show me how to crack open the peanuts. My grandfather was such a special man. For a while after his death, my Grannie and I would have dreams about him on the same nights. My memories get more and more vague as the years go b/c I was only seven when he passed away, but I try to remember all that I can.