There is no greater joy than a Grandchild

David's Fish

This is Happy Birthday to David Evans born June 29, 1992.  I first saw David when he was about a week old. When he was born, I was taking care of my Mother, so I would go by Lenora's house to see the new baby boy.  Lenora has five children, she is my third daughter and child.  As time past I visited Lenora each time I made a trip back home in Dermott at the time.  Sometimes weekly sometimes less often.  I would drive from Marion La. where my Mother lived back to Dermott.  One day I walked in and called out and I heard David scream.  I do not know what I did but he never liked me, when he was little.  David did not scream one day when I stopped,  he was about 10 months old.  Lenora had a house keeper taking care of David.  He liked her less than he liked  me.  He would not let me put him down.  I did not want to.  That did not last.  He still cried when I came in when Lenora was home.  Lenora moved to Alabama, to Shreveport, then to Alexandra. During this time I did not see David much until he was 5.  Lenora had to make a trip for her job learning how to operate a new machine in the lab, she is a Medical Technologist.  At this time Lenora was over the lab. I drove down from Shreveport where I lived at the time to care for the children.   I got up and helped the older children get ready for school and on the bus.  David was really sad, he was with someone he did not really know.  I was at a loss.  I had never had a grandchild that did not like me.  I finally ask if he wanted to go for a walk. Yes, he said but still not real happy.  I knew he missed his Mother and the other children.  So off down the street we went.  It was early spring and the daffodils were blooming.   There were several other spring flowers, but yellow is my favorite color.  So each day after that we went for a walk.  I finally talked him into holding my hand and give me a little hug.   We got along fine, he would talk to me after this visit and our walks.  We both needed this friendship.  I needed another grandson who loved me.  He needed to know a grandmother's love.  After I left David told his Mother I did not want my Grandmother to leave.  This made me feel really good.  You have to be careful in trying to win little ones and not push, take your time, find something they like. Lenora said every yellow flower after that was a daffodil.   David grew up to be a nice and handsome young man.  I have one more little story to tell you.  After it was over we could all laugh, except Lenora.  I am almost sure it will be a long and hard dry spell before she will laugh.  Don't know what the repair bill nor the fine was.  I am sure David is like most teens always waiting until the last minute to leave for school.  Guess he did not have time to dry his hair.  While he was driving he was drying his hair with the air conditioner fan.  Now I have never done that myself.  I have eaten, drank a Dr.Pepper, changed a disc on the disc player, and talked on the phone.  We should do nothing while we are driving, but drive.   You can see the road while driving and doing these other things.  I have tried to play at  drying my hair with the air conditioner in the car, not while driving, but I would not be able to see the road.  David did hit another car while driving and drying his hair.  No one was hurt, this is why we can laugh and shake our heads and say well what do you expect, after all he's a teenager.  Everyone in the family knows how I feel about teenagers.  It is my belief that all children when they reach the age of 13  should be put on two different islands one in the west and one in the north.  Lenora did have to buy David a new bumper for his truck and as far as I know it is still lying on the floor of her carport.  I was not informed what she had to pay the other people.  That is why I am sure this will not be funny to Lenora  until H---- freezes over.  I stole some pictures of the thing David likes to do.     David seems proud of his fish. 

There is a pond near their house, in fact I think Lenora is half owner of it.  He will have to take his Grandmother fishing down there.


Looks like he likes to shot ducks runs in the family.
No telling how many his grandfather killed.   

I hope you will continue to watch my  garden grow and plant one of your own.  Happy gardening to you from me.                                                                                                             Juanita