Tale of the Rose
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.
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.
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