About this time of summer my family took one of our few vacations. Naturally my dad was actually sent to a school to learn something new for Ma Bell Company... This is one special summer about 35 years ago my gramma went with us to Dallas, Texas. She and I were sharers... We sat in the back seat of our golden Oldsmobile, and also shared a hotel room. We also shared the unique experience of a Midwesterner in the midst of the fields of roses... I remember how excited we were, faces pressed the car windows amazed at the acres of jewel tinted roses.
We passed rose stands, one dollar a dozen! Honor system. My daddy stopped the car, and we bought three dollars worth of huge, quality roses.... Thirty six roses sat richly around our hotel room. And Gramma and I caught each other often with these huge, sappy smiles... Talk about "died and gone to Heaven"!
My gramma dried a bunch of roses, and they hung on her back bedroom closet door until the house was demolished years later... Roses at that time were 18 dollars a dozen. Neither of us had ever had one dozen hothouse roses before...
We saw many marvelous attractions on that trip that wound us home through Louisiana and Arkansas... Gramma bought her/my huge rose quartz at a roadside greenhouse... Solid rose, good luck, and memories guaranteed.
Do they still sell roses by the side of the roads in Texas? Have you ever bought a forever-treasure for three hundred pennies? Is there anything more sacred than the gramma bond with her grandchildren?
Questions and roses in the warm summer sun.