Hearing My Grandmother’s Voice

Apr 28, 2014 | 0 comments

A New Arrangement


The New Arrangement

Yesterday I heard my Grandmother’s voice as clearly as if she’d been standing right beside me.  Make that right inside me!  Her voice was coming right out of my mouth!  And not in a good way, either.  It was that tone she used with my grandfather when she was absolutely exasperated with him.

Even as a child that tone made me feel uncomfortable — just in the same icky way I was feeling right there in the garden where I was treating the entire neighborhood to my shrewish nature. I hasten to say that I would never ever use the word ‘shrew’ to describe my soft-spoken grandmother. But once in a while (and a bit more frequently as my grandfather aged)  that certain tone would creep into her voice. It was all because of his ever-increasing deafness.

It’s not that my beloved and I have not had many discussions that begin “if I can’t see you, I can’t hear you.”  And we’ve also explored (all too briefly) the hearing aid solution.  It is an unresolved issue.  (And, personally, I think it’s a guy thing.)  But, of course, none of those thoughts ever leap to the forefront in the midst of a communication breakdown such as we were having.

The Way It Was - Copy

The Way It Once Was

The subject involved the lawn chairs and my generous (I thought) offer to arrange them on the newly mown grass.  When I finally made myself understood, I learned that the chairs had already been carefully placed in conversation groups and they were just the way he wanted them.  Whoops!  My mistake.

Try as I might, I fail to see the ‘arrangement’ as described.  However, so far I’ve resisted the urge to ‘fix’ them and, even better, have remained silent on the subject.  I’m sure my grandmother would agree that there are some situations in which silence is golden.

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