... a monkey. There is a story that goes with this Monkey. When I was a little girl (about 5 or 6) I lived with my grandparents for a little while and I found out that it was my Grandpa's birthday. I rode my bike to nearby garage sale and I bought him this monkey (which I thought was so Beautiful) for about $.50. When my sweet grandma passed away. He got remarried (at 82 years old!!) and moved in with his new wife, Barbara. He asked me all the time what I wanted for a token to remember her (and I did get a very nice porcelain girl that I always loved-and still do) . As I was in his garage one day-taking out the garbage-I noticed that he still had kept this monkey. I asked him if I could have it and he smiled and said,"sure Sweetie" the way he always addresses me. I told him my story and he said that he just hadn't gotten around to figuring out what to do with it, but he hadn't thrown it away and that made me smile... It's been almost 30 years since I bought the Monkey. My kids love it and have so fondly named him Simon. He sits happily clashing with the decorations around him. And he will always have a home with my family... silly huh?
Monday, July 28, 2008
So...
So I am sitting here and thinking, which is something I do being vice president and all, and I can't really think of anything to say that will make an impact so I'll just post this.... 
... a monkey. There is a story that goes with this Monkey. When I was a little girl (about 5 or 6) I lived with my grandparents for a little while and I found out that it was my Grandpa's birthday. I rode my bike to nearby garage sale and I bought him this monkey (which I thought was so Beautiful) for about $.50. When my sweet grandma passed away. He got remarried (at 82 years old!!) and moved in with his new wife, Barbara. He asked me all the time what I wanted for a token to remember her (and I did get a very nice porcelain girl that I always loved-and still do) . As I was in his garage one day-taking out the garbage-I noticed that he still had kept this monkey. I asked him if I could have it and he smiled and said,"sure Sweetie" the way he always addresses me. I told him my story and he said that he just hadn't gotten around to figuring out what to do with it, but he hadn't thrown it away and that made me smile... It's been almost 30 years since I bought the Monkey. My kids love it and have so fondly named him Simon. He sits happily clashing with the decorations around him. And he will always have a home with my family... silly huh?
... a monkey. There is a story that goes with this Monkey. When I was a little girl (about 5 or 6) I lived with my grandparents for a little while and I found out that it was my Grandpa's birthday. I rode my bike to nearby garage sale and I bought him this monkey (which I thought was so Beautiful) for about $.50. When my sweet grandma passed away. He got remarried (at 82 years old!!) and moved in with his new wife, Barbara. He asked me all the time what I wanted for a token to remember her (and I did get a very nice porcelain girl that I always loved-and still do) . As I was in his garage one day-taking out the garbage-I noticed that he still had kept this monkey. I asked him if I could have it and he smiled and said,"sure Sweetie" the way he always addresses me. I told him my story and he said that he just hadn't gotten around to figuring out what to do with it, but he hadn't thrown it away and that made me smile... It's been almost 30 years since I bought the Monkey. My kids love it and have so fondly named him Simon. He sits happily clashing with the decorations around him. And he will always have a home with my family... silly huh?
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