This past weekend was of course Memorial Day weekend. Jackson and I went shopping and got steaks to grill and veggies and I just couldn’t pass up the watermelon. When we got finished eating steak, I was just too full to eat my melon, so later on I got mine and went outside on the swing to eat it. The first bite was so sweet and juicy and it took me back and I mean WAAAAY back to when I was a kid going to my grandmother’s house in Eastern Tennessee. We called her Mama Mage. It just wasn’t summer at Mama Mage’s without watermelon. She loved it and always kept some in her old ice box in the summer. After dinner she would cut us kids a great big piece and send us out on the porch to eat it. Being the only girl between two boys, I had to keep up with all their shenanigans….we would have “watermelon seed spitting contests”. It was GREAT! We would be covered with seeds by the time we finished bombing each other and my mom or some other equally tired adult would come out with a dishpan and fill it full of water and pour over us trying to get the “sticky” off before bringing us inside to take a bath.
As I sat outside on my swing yesterday eating that watermelon, I hoped that my grandmother was somewhere in heaven feasting on her own watermelon, looking down at me and remembering too.
