Feast of Christ the King

Apparently the last sunday in November, is the end of the Catholic Calender , and it is a Feast day, and the following sundays of course are advent leading up to christmas. This came as a surprise to gramma, I quess this falls into the category of learn something new everyday. As we entered church, gramma loudly proclaims that we are so early they have not even turned on the lights, well the lights were on and the church was half full. She had her Leonardo DiCaprio aviator glasses on.
Side note:There are no pix so if you struggle with text, you may want to breakdown the reading.
Our sundays usually start with Church, the most startling thing about church and gramma is the same 3$ she has put in the collection plate since 1956. She firmly believes the catholic church has more than enough money. She is probably right! We scoot out early as she is clearly falling asleep in mass, her head is nodding more than a bobble head doll. And it was th e priest she can hear! She attributes this to as not having eaten any breakfast, she needs something to eat. Off to Bob Evans! They have good coffee! Her menu choice was the waffle with fruit, but they had no strawberry only rasperry and they were skimpy on the whipped cream. We then continue down the blvd where her stories are pretty much the same, how nice the creek was when it was blue, not black, how grampa used to fish there and he caught some pretty nice fish, how the blvd was all farms, with absolutely no houses or traffic. Today was a reflection on winter snows, the winter of 42 and 77 she says with absolute certainty were the worst. In 42 when she walked from the grove st house, which was Mama's house at the time to the train station on roosevelt the snow was up to her hips! She was boarding a train to Louisiana to see Grampa. He had some free time while in basic boot camp before being shipped out and she went to see him. She ALWAYS says he was the handsomest private in the Army.
We always stop at his grave, where today his grave was the only one on the block with out a christmas wreath, I tried to convince her that he would not care, but she would hear none of that, she did not want anyone who may stop by to see there loved ones final resting place that he was not cared about, or his family didnt think enough of him to put one there. Rest assured this will be righted tomorrow. Gramma comented on how thanksgiving was grampa's favorite holiday, it was a day when he saw the people that meant the most to him, ate his favorite foods, and watched football. He loved Pumpkin pie, mincemeat pice, any kind of pie. I quess this explains his diabetes !
On to TOPS for thanksgiving shopping. What a nitemare! I think I am taking her up on the idea of eating out! But no, a bird will be cooked, with enough leftovers for her for a week of dinners. Happy Thanksgiving to All, to those I will see, and to those that I won't. Please know you are in my heart! It will be a day where I will hear Grampa's voice as clear as a bell, " is the oyster dressing done?" " Did Detroit score"?
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