I don't remember the party, or the gifts, or even the cake. What I do remember it that my grandparents took me out to dinner. Just me. They came to my house and picked me up, after dark. It was like a date. I was so excited.
We drove there in my grandfather's Oldsmobile. I know this, because my whole life my grandfather drove an Oldsmobile. During the drive, there was a story on the radio about being trained as an opera singer. I thought that sounded like fun, and asked my grandparents if they thought I could be an opera singer. I don't remember what they said, but I know what they were thinking.
They took me to a restaurant called Granny's Attic. The wait-staff sang "Someone's in the attic with Granny," to the tune of Someone's in the Kitchen with Dinah. I had so much fun.
Sounds great! I'm really liking these posts, even though I haven't been able to visit every day.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Tracey!! :)
ReplyDeleteGrandparent memories are just the best. I have a musician friend who became a grandparent, and he claims it's the "best gig ever!"
ReplyDeleteHow special!
ReplyDeleteDo you really remember all this stuff, or is it someone telling you about it way after the fact.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful birthday! Grandparents are a treasure : )
ReplyDeleteMy Grandpa had a Cadillac my whole life - a few different ones, but always a Caddy. I remember riding in the back, in the cushy seats.
ReplyDeleteVince, I remember it all. My father was the same way. We just remember the details of stuff. But only some details. It is a weird brain quirk.
ReplyDeleteYeah yeah, I get the memory. What I don't get is the putting of the memory with the date, birth-date or not. It is as much as I can do to remember a generic Christmas. But I do remember the one where Santa came with a Raleigh Chopper, but that's only because I hated the thing on sight, but which Christmas I would not have a clue.
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