“I remember my and your grandfather’s honeymoon like it was yesterday” said my grandmother Kathy Lafleur while she was talking to me over the phone and sipping sweet tea on a cool evening in Louisiana. “Everyone thought that your grandfather and I were going to take my parents’ car to our honeymoon because I didn’t have a car at the time and your grandfathers was an old beat up 1955 Chevy. So my sister had this plan to decorate my parents car with the ‘Just Married’ paint and the cans trailing behind the car.”
“But what my sister didn’t know is that we weren’t taking that car. Your grandfather and I decided we were going to take his truck on the honeymoon and just not tell anyone,” said Lafleur as she chuckled. “When my sister figured out that she did all of that decorating for nothing, she got mad and said that she would never forget; but we all still laugh about it to this day.”
It wasn’t too long ago that my grandpa passed away. The love that my grandpa had for my grandmother was immense and was reflected in all of the little jokes that he would make that would just barely get under Lafleur’s skin, but they were jokes that made her laugh and make Lafleur feel like he cared about her.
A highlight for Lafleur was their 50th wedding anniversary. She told me that it was her favorite anniversary considering that she got to celebrate it with all of her grandchildren and family.
Lafleur used to always tell me about how my grandfather was always a mischievous knucklehead who seemed like he was always up to something and said my father was a lot like grandpa, both cracking silly one-liners all the time and just always making you laugh.
“That’s what made both of them so likable,” said Lafleur as she recounted all the good days she spent with grandpa.
“It makes me think back to my childhood living near the ocean in New Orleans,” she said. “I remember how our house was only a few blocks from the ocean pointing north. I also remember I had to live with five sisters when we had only one bathroom!
“I always had to wait a long time before I could use the bathroom because of how many of us there where!” she shared. “I would have to share a bed with two of my sisters, while the other two shared another bed. There was never much room in the bed, so it would be hard to get comfortable sometimes. It also got very hot in the summer with the heat of the ocean and how close we had to sleep to each other.”
Lafleur told me story after story, never seeming to get bored or tired with the interview during the hour we talked. Though this was a class assignment, I had great fun talking to my grandma about her childhood and the time she spent in New Orleans. I wouldn’t have changed this opportunity for anything.
GothenburgHigh Schoolstudents in certain English classes are asked to write about their grandparents.