I had the best grandparents.
I mean, the BEST!
In the world!
I have many wonderful memories of all my grandparents but today I want to share a Me-maw memory.
Every summer B.M. (before Marc), Me-maw would take us girls to Old Fort Harrod in Harrodsburg to see the outdoor drama. Back then, it was the Legend of Daniel Boone. It was the story of how Daniel Boone came through the Cumberland Gap and stumbled upon the land of the bluegrass.
It’s not just music, people.
It’s Blue. Grass.
I know, looks green to me too, but they say that there is a blue-ish flower on it when it is allowed to grow wild and it makes the field look blue.
I’ve never seen it, but it’s on the interweb so it must be true!
Anyway, it was always very exciting to go to this outdoor theater and as we waited for darkness to fall, the anticipation would build until finally, just at dusk, these half-naked Indians would appear at the end of each row of the audience and I would jump out of my skin!!!!
It was the scariest and most thrilling thing I had ever seen and it got me every year.
Now, before you fuss about me not calling them Native Americans, let me just say, I have issues.
I know…..you’re surprised!
Yes, the Indians were here from the beginning; hence, Native.
But so have I.
No, not the beginning of America but I was born and raised here and, therefore, I am indeed a Native American.
Apparently from the tribe of No Pigment.
Palest Indian tribe EVER!
But back to my story…..
Once those Indians scared folks to absolute death, we would settle in to the sort-of-boring play until the final battle scene at the end. By this time, it’s completely dark and there are Indians and Settlers running all around. There’s yelling and wah-wah-wah-ing and hatchets and rifles and gunpowder and smoke and burning forts and it was GREAT!!!!!
It was always the highlight of our summer.
But one year, the Old Fort Harrod folks messed up.
One year, they went too far.
One year, Me-maw got right ticked off.
After the show, we went out to the car, where low and BE-hold, some overzealous park employee had put a bumper sticker on EVERY CAR!
Even the Me-maw Mobile.
She was fit to be tied!
I have never seen her so mad but thankfully, the sticker hadn’t been on that long and she was able to get it off.
At least I think she did.
My little kid brain didn’t really process that part.
But now as an adult, I totally get it.
My car is bumper sticker free.
I just don’t understand putting a bumper sticker on your car.
I mean, cars are so stinkin’ expensive, why would you glue something to it that won’t come off?
And I REALLY don’t understand folks who put bumper stickers on the PAINT of their car.
On the paint????
And what happens when you want to sell your car but nobody wants a car with a failed politician’s very-outdated bumper sticker on the paint????
That’s just craziness!
Bumper Stickers are like tattoos.
You gotta be sure you want it/love it/support it cause it’s gonna be around a LONG time!
Of course, when it comes to window stickers, it’s a whole different ballgame
I’ve got one all picked out:
I just need to decide if I want the window decal or the tattoo. 🙂
Happy 2017, everybody!