It’s Thursday, so it’s Friday Fictioneers time – one day late or one day early, you choose! It was the perfect day to clean out my garden (I’ve the scars to prove the roses resisted my efforts) so I forced myself to stay away from the computer. This came to me as I soaked away my aches and pains. Good thing I had my cell nearby to type out my rough draft!
So… Thank you Rochelle for both hosting and providing this second-hand photo (first for me, though). Any of you want to join in, click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to. Or, just click on the blue frog to read more wonderful stories!
Word Count: 100
Genre: Memoir with extras
Story Time
Though still light outside, Mama lit the oil lamps.
“Night falls so quickly,” she explained.
Turning to my grandmother, I begged, “Oh, Mémère, raconte-moi une de tes histoires. Je t’en prie!”*
“Chérie, you already know them all off by heart!” she laughed.
“Surely not all of them – please!”
She patted the seat beside her, beckoning me. I ran across the room and snuggled next to her warm, comforting body.
“Which one do you want tonight, ma ‘Grande Bardiche’?”
“Tell me one I’ve never heard before, like the one where, to help put food on the table, you were a bootlegger!
*Oh Granny, tell me one of your stories. I beg of you!
As for the ‘Grande Bardiche’ – my grandmother called me that and could (would?) not give me a proper explanation. Thanks to the Google, I have found out this is some kind of pole weapon, which now makes sense as I once was a tall string bean of a girl…
Thank you so much for re-kindling my childhood memories with my nonna 🙂 It’s stories like these that remind me of how precious those memories are, and how much I miss her 🙂 Lets enjoy every day that we’re here with our most cherished family and friends. Thanks for your story, it warmed my heart! XOXO
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Thank you for such a nice comment, Giselle! I’m so happy my “Mémère” story brought you to memories of your Nonna! xoxo
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XOXO
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Dear Dale,
I’d like to hear some of those stories myself. Another flash perhaps? No wonder you’re such an interesting personality. Tell me more!!!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Me, an interesting personality? Nah… I ain’t got nuthin’ on Noëlla…my biggest regret is not writing down all her stories when I had a chance.
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I too, wish I’d paid more attention to the stories I heard when I was a youngster. Now, all I can remember is bits and pieces–except for the dirty jokes–I still remember most of those. 🙂
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Somehow that does not surprise me! 😉
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I would love to hear that story too!
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She was a feisty one, my grandmother… not much would she not try at least once!
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Grandma had some wild stories, Dale. I’d like to hear that one. My mom used to call me poopsie when I was little. Thank goodness she dropped it. 🙂
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Yes, she did. Wish I’d recorded them…
Yes, I’m glad for you that she did!!
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Sweet! Loved the last line 🙂
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Ha ha! Especially because it is true!
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Lovely cosy story, could snuggle down for a story from her right now!
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Oh me too, Iain!
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Love the humor in the name your grandmother called you. 🙂
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Took forever to find out what it meant!!
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Oh I do love the story here.. one you haven’t told before .. that made me grin
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Good! Happy to hear it!
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what a heartwarming story. well done.
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Why thank you, Plaridel! So glad you liked.
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Sweet and touching recount of fond memories with your grandmother.
I like your grandmothers name for you. Dale, a very loving story.
Isadora 😎
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Thank you Isadora! I do miss her and that nickname sure was unique!
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She knew you were unique too. 😎
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Awww….
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It is lovely to have such memories. I really hope that the art of telling stories verbally will hold out against modern technoligy.
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I so agree with you, Michael!
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I loved the cosy atmosphere of this story Dale, the wistful memories.
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Thank you, Andrea.
They are that…
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What a lovely memory. Grandparents and their friends tell the best stories.
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So true..
Thanks Gabriele!
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Late to the party … but loved the ending Lady Grande Bardiche!
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Ha ha! Thanks, Frank!
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So sweet!
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Thanks!
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Those do sound like good stories, Dale. I remember my dad’s as he retold them several times. They were good every time. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne. Nothing better than hearing about “the good – or not so good – old days”!
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Love it 🙂 Bootlegger, LOL. You have a colourful family, Dale. I know all about being a tall bean of a girl (mature woman)!
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Yes, I do indeed!!
You could have been given the same nickname!!
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