Three Granny Tales
A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.” The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”
My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, “Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?” I mentally polished my halo while I asked, “No, how are we alike?” “You’re both old,” he replied.
A grandmother was sitting on her porch watching her grandchildren as they played in her yard. Suddenly, a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog’s duties. “They use him to keep crowds back,” said the oldest grandson. “No,” said the other grandson, “he’s just for good luck.” The granddaughter brought the argument to a close. “They use the dog,” she said firmly, “to find the fire hydrant.”