One Stroky’s Journey: More Good Medicine

Husband Walter and I just left McElroy’s, a favorite breakfast spot in our hometown. I always enjoy our occasional morning jaunts to the homey restaurant that looks out on a beautiful scene of bayou and marsh framed by live oaks that have survived and thrived post-Katrina.

But what made breakfast phenomenal this time was the company. Our son Walt, wife Sarah and their offspring, the Fab Four. Yes, I am prejudiced. It’s my job as a grandparent to bask in my grandkids’ fabulousness!

Tropical Storm Lee had cancelled a Labor Day weekend visit, and it had been awhile since we had had our fix of our Georgia grands.

Granddaughter Charlie

The girls’ were on either side of me, and I helped Charlie with the traditional pre-meal coloring while absorbing information about her adventures as a kindergarten student.

Stella revels in a juicy orange smile.

Stella was busy draining every bit of enjoyment out of the orange slices that garnished her meal. Eating them was first on her agenda followed by creative orange dental work. No photos of the two boys this time--yet. But I intend to try again. We will see them one or two more times before they head back to Georgia.

Right now the whole tribe is on the way to Hattiesburg, MS, where they will visit my mother in the hospital there. Like me, she has been pining to see them. They are successfully administering multiple doses of good medicine this trip—to grandparents and to greatgrandmothers.