  I wondered if I had made a big mistake. I asked my mom and grandma to see the tulips with me today at Dow's Lake, and it all seemed to go fine until mom began harrassing grandma about what she was wearing, then going on a rant about how she can't do anything, even dress herself.
"Give her a break," I said. "She's eighty. " But what can I say? Mom never listens to me. I guess going out for a walk in the park is never...a walk in the park when it comes to my family. Well, we got to Dow's Lake in relative peace. I'm glad my grandma got a chance to get out. I wanted to take her because she's always stuck in the house, she can't speak English, and can't walk very far.
All in all, it wasn't too bad at all. Mom cooled off, and we took pictures with the tulips and I bought us a Killaloe sunrise Beavertail. We sat on a bench in the park, munching on cinnamon covered fried dough. I can't remember how it began, but we started talking about how grandma got together with gramps. Apparently, he was 13 when he began to "pursue" her...when she was 16. What a whippersnapper.
At 27, she finally married him. Man, that's a long time to go after someone! Thinking about it, I can't believe it was 1939 when she was my age, watched Charlie Chaplin movies in Hong Kong as a child, and lived through the Japanese invasion. I guess it's always a hassle when you have to deal with family, but when you slow down, listen to your grandma talk about a life she lived seventy years back, it's worth the trip. 
