Everydays · FamBam


Today, we had a brief visit with my family from home. My mom and my aunt drove to pick up my grandparents and then kept driving until they got to our city. I was at work most of the day but I met them at BJ’s for dinner.

I offered to take my grandpa home and let everyone else drive together. He just talked the whole way. And I was just wishing I had been smart enough to record him.

He told me about how he creeped out my Granny the first time he asked her out and she (I suppose, not surprisingly) refused. He had bleached out his hair so that it was ginger..? and was covered in freckles and she had no idea who this boy was that was asking her out.

On another day, she was learning to drive and had on her right blinker. My grandpa who was unknowingly driving behind her, went to pass her on the left, but that car in front of him decided to make a left hand turn even with the right blinker flashing. He had to slam on his breaks to avoid an accident. He said that he doesn’t remember why or how he even really found out that Marilyn Holman had been the driver of that car. But I guess when he was telling his friends the story, they said “Yeah, that’s Marilyn Holman.” By the way, my grandma has always been Sue (her middle name) Maxwell (and of course, my grandpa’s last name) So this Marilyn Holman is just this super classy girl in the 30’s. Btw, my grandma was drop dead gorgeous in her teens. That super classy early 1900’s beautiful. I wish I was that pretty. No wonder my grandpa didn’t stop trying… Lol.

Anyways, later on in this chronological order of events, he was driving to school and saw her walking there. He didn’t know if she had missed the bus or what, but he offered her a ride. He said that he wasn’t trying anything, just that he offered her a ride. It was just one of the things that happened before he dated her. He says that the car ride is kind of irrelevant, but that they started dating some time shortly after.

He also talked about how he didn’t like my grandmother’s stepdad who was a nice enough fellow, but loved her real dad even though he married five different women and lived with seven others (as he said, “You know, he was really an old horn-dog.”) but he adored the guy.

Just hearing my grandpa talk about all of this was so mesmerizing and I wish I could’ve recorded it so that I’d have it forever.

Life is so short and beautiful at the same time.


Nice to Meet You

Hi there,

I’m Emily. You can call me Em. Or Emma. Or Emily. Or really whatever you want.  I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. Fun fact: this is my third blog. I had a blog in my early high school days. I kept it like a diary. I had a blog that I made I think sometime in my senior year of high school or after I graduated. I don’t really remember. And now I have this one. Third one’s a charm, right?

I guess I should say a little something about myself. I’m a senior in college (also my third one–guess you could say I’m indecisive!) studying neuroscience. I tell people I want to be an occupational therapist and work with mentally disabled children and adults. In reality, – or truly, unrealistically – I want to run my own coffee shop. I think it would be the coolest thing ever. I could bake the daily pastries, make people happy all day by giving them coffee, and make myself happy by doing what I want. But it’s hard work owning your own business and I don’t know if I’m ready for that.

My parents own a flower shop that my mom has ran since the day it opened in 1984. Our main income was always the flower shop. As you can imagine, it wasn’t the most profitable business and as I grew up, money was never plentiful in our house. We always had what we needed, and when I was younger, before the recession hit, our Christmas gifts were always normal. By normal I mean, each of us three kids got all that we wanted, as long as it was within reasonable means. My dad used to be a stock broker, or an insurance guy–something like that–but he quit his job when I was probably three or four and tried running his own financial business, which never really worked out. Anyways, watching my parents run their own shop, especially my mom because let’s be real, she’s the one who does everything, has been a challenge. As a kid, I always knew I would never have the next big thing or have brand name clothes. I was lucky when we went shopping at the beginning of the school year during Memorial Day weekend. And that pile of clothes had to basically last me through the next year. I think we might have done a small Spring clothes shopping trip, but we only ever got a few things. Plus, my mom has always been really good about scoring raging deals. Getting back to the point, watching my parents struggle to make ends meet was never a fun thing as a kid. I hated it. And I never want to put my own kids through the same thing nor do I really want to go through it myself. My parents never EVER talked about their financial situation to us. Which is good. But even so, we still felt the stress, especially as we grew older and realized that things were even less rosy than we thought. And if we, as kids, felt that financial stress, I can only imagine how stressful that is to be the parent and have offspring depending on you to provide for them. I respect my parents so much for all they’ve been through.

So there’s a little background story. It’s super unorganized but I’m supposed to be studying right now, so I’m not gonna organize it. I’ve procrastinated long enough!

Good night world!

Childhood is the most beautiful of all of life’s seasons.