"Good Bye My Little Babushka", were my husbands words to me as I headed out on my walk this afternoon with a scarf tied around my head. I simply do this to keep the wind out of my ears even during the summertime. I turned to him & said "If I find any Czars on my walk I will let you know."
My chance of running into a Czar on my walk was much greater than running into a Snipe. When I was a child my parents would send us out snipe hunting with a brown paper bag & would say, "Don't come back until you find a Snipe." I guess they needed some alone time....
While walking, I had a flash back of sitting on Gramp's lap in the evenings while he listened to Chet Huntley & David Brinkley. When watching Meet The Press, he would explain how important keeping up with the news & current events would be to my future. To be honest, I liked to watch Felix The Cat more than Huntley & Brinkley. But I will always remember Gramp's wisdom. Sometimes the news was upsetting to him & he would explain why. I loved sitting on his lap & listening to him share why he loved our great country.
What would Gramps think about our country feeling like they needed Czars? Now that I am a grandmother, will I be able to share with my grandson what our country was like before it had Czars, or will I be silenced?
