|'Some day you'll understand'|
|Wednesday, October 16, 2013 2:59 PM|
By Jim Langham
She calls me “Booger,” and laughs the moment I walk into the room.
“Grandpa’s funny,” she said last weekend as we sat in the backseat together on our way to a lunch on Saturday. Of course, we had just broken a rice cake together, our own little special, “breaking of the bread.”
The joy of hearing her say, “I like Grandpa’s food,” was a moment of ecstasy, an epiphany of the heart as three generations of memories converged on my mind at the same time. I recalled how I used to stand beside my Grandpa Langham’s pipe stand in Woodburn and threaten to stick my hand down into it.
“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” he would say. “There’s alligators down there.”