Memories Surrounding Grandpa Meyer
Contributor: jjmays Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
I was a small girl when Grandpa Meyer passed away. I vaguely remember going to California with him to see a special doctor. My parents took him and Grandma. I remember the steepness of the streets of San Francisco. I remember riding on the Trolley. I remember pulling up to the front of a multistory, brick-faced building that was the doctors office. But more so, I remember being at Grandpa's house to visit once. He was very sick, I remember that it was odd that he and Grandma slept in twin beds, because my parents slept together in a big bed. I remember his wooden leg laying next to the foot of his bed. It had leather straps to hold it on. I remember Grandpa coming to the dinner table to eat his breakfast with his crutches and no leg attached. I remember how hard he shook from his Parkinson's Disease.
When he passed away, I was just over 5 years old. My mother left suddenly to go home, Dad brought us in the car. I remember that we had to stop over at a Motel and Dad had forgotten to bring our pajamas. We were so excited because we were going to get to sleep like Dad, in our underwear. When we attended the funeral at his home ward in Bridgeland, Utah, I remember the church being all white on the outside. It seemed airy and beautiful inside. I remember the line of women who were all my aunts wearing their black dresses, black hats, and red lip-stick holding their handkerchiefs dabbing at their faces in their grief during the service. We were being attended to by my Dad's brother, Uncle Deloy. As we started to get restless, I remember Deloy giving us each a piece of Spearmint gum to keep us quiet.
I later learned how hard this time was for my mother. Shortly after returning home, I was headed into my mother's room when I stopped at the door and saw my mother kneeling beside her bed. She was sobbing her heart out in prayer. I remember feeling that this was a hallowed time for her and quietly left her to her grief without interruption.
My mother spoke highly of her father. She told of being 9 or 10 years old and her dad had a farming accident where he lost his leg in a hay chopping accident. He was rushed to the hospital because his leg was chopped off. She was too young to understand that her dad wasn't going to die and believed that he was. She tells of receiving the sweet answer of peace in her pleas to Heavenly Father that he was going to be okay.
She tells how he loved to dance, and losing his leg was not going to keep him off the dance floor. She also tells about his love for ice skating on the lake during the winter. He again did not quit ice skating just because he was missing a leg.
Grandma Meyer told me about how much she loved her husband. She told of a day when Grandpa kept coming by the front door and knocking. She would have to stop what she was doing to answer the door and it would always be Grandpa. She was reading a book, "A Story A Day" and when the knock came she was fed up, she answered the door and brought the book down on the person's head. To her startling amazement the person at the door was a complete stranger. In her embarrassment she stated, "Pat's in the barn," and closed the door.