Just some thoughts:
Today after playing golf in Hohenwald, Tennessee I stopped at a “meat and three” to eat. If there are a lot of pick-up trucks in the parking lot at such places you best stop. Sorry if you don’t know what is a “meat and three.”
As I sat down at the counter a lady called me honey and told me to sit anywhere I wanted. As I sat I noticed the fella sitting next to was just cutting into a big piece of rhubarb pie. Now I am not a fan of rhubarb but seeing it made me think of something that happened in my teenage years and my grandma McCammon.
Grandma McCammon, my mother’s mother, came to live with us after my grandfather died. She lived with us from the time I was twelve years old until I was eighteen. In fact she died, May 1960, the night of my high school graduation.
Grandma loved to cook and she loved her flowers. One day when I was cutting our grass well not knowing the difference in rhubarb and weeds I cut down grandma’s rhubarb patch. Flat wiped it off the map. Gone, good-bye.That evening when Grandma was making the evening inspection of her flowers discovery was made, no rhubarb. Grandma was not happy and it soon became apparent how it happened.
The following evening at the supper table grandma said, ‘Well I guess I’m partly to blame for him cutting down the rhubarb I should have taken the time to show him what it was and not to mow there.”
Grandma was cutting her grandson some slack and taking some responsibility in the matter. “I should have taken time to show him.” I think far too often today there are those who do not take a share of “blame” or responsibility in matters that often happen. It is so much easier to put full blame and point an accusing finger.
Notice she did not say “you should have” she said “I should have” meaning she and not the grandson. Grandma did not throw grandson under the bus. Pretty rare for today’s encounters.
By the way I never did like rhubarb. Still don’t. But I do know the difference in rhubarb and grass.
May 15, 2019