Spring has sprung...
Tuesday, May 05, 2015
Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonders where
The flowers is!
I can remember hearing my Grandpa May say that. He had jokes and stories for every occasion. He could remember a joke and tell it so that the punch line had just the right emphasis. I wish I had half that kind of memory! Of course, my mom reminds me that while she was growing up, during the years of the depression, that he was their entertainment in the evenings after supper. He would play his violin, or tell stories and jokes since there was no TV for them to watch. He was a sweet, Christian man. My mom has always said that she remembers only one time that he raised his voice to her. She said she had it coming, but he came and apologized for it later. He would walk around whistling, mostly old hymns. He loved to sing and sang well. My grandma couldn't carry a tune in a bucket to save her life, but my mom inherited his voice and love of music. Even though she's 79, she can still outsing any choir that I've ever heard. She looks MAYBE 60 and acts 40. I am so blessed that she is still in my life, and I pray that she will live to be 100! She's in excellent health so maybe I'll get my wish!
My grandpa had to have a blood clot removed from his brain when he was around 60 if I remember correctly. While he was under the anesthetic, he told joke after joke and had the surgical team laughing the whole time. Those were the jokes he never told anyone. The ones he had no doubt learned when he worked as a dock hand for a while in Vancouver, Washington. They were all off color, and I don't believe that he ever used a swear word though he had heard plenty.
He was kind and gentle, even in his last days when he didn't know even his family. He had a sweet spirit about him that endeared him to many friends. He went to heaven in 1977, just after I had turned 18. I have always been sorry that my kids didn't get a chance to know him. However, I also am positive and looking forward to seeing him in Heaven. I know he's there with my Grandma, my uncle, my brother, and my sister.
I've been searching out relatives on Ancestry.com, so I'm going to throw this out there. If any of you have the surname May, we might be relatives. He always said that all Mays are related since 3 or 4 brothers originated from the Isle of May. His name was James May, from Kansas. He was born in 1908 to James Alexander May and Myrtle Anna Kibbe.
I am so blessed to have a godly heritage, even more blessed that my children are walking in the Light as well.