Two best buddies stood in the entryway with travel bags in hand. Melissa’s only child, her little man, was home. Andrew mirrors the same grin as his elder travel mate.
Melissa resisted scooping up Andrew and asked, “So how did the trip go?”
“We hiked over a mountain. The road was closed and we slept outside. It was OK mom we found cardboard for a blanket. Grandpa boosted me up a tree for bananas, so we could eat. There was a donkey, an, an, an men with machetes. Oh, and the army men had real guns, it was so cool!”
– 100 words –
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg.
Authors Note:
It was 1964, a more innocent time. For Friday Fictioneers The 100-word limit required some embellishment. Truth is we did go over a mountain from one town to another. It took longer than planned. It had gotten dark and grandpa checked out a room for rent, but when the light came on critters scattered. So we slept outside using a sheet of plastic for a blanket. , (for the story cardboard sounded better). There were army men protecting a military installation. As I remember it mom WAS unhappy upon hearing the story, but dad downplayed his dad’s behavior. Grandpa brought back some cigars so all the boys were happy. I am not an only child, but that angle worked for the story. Photo is of grandpa and me at San Juan Fort, Puerto Rico.
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Poor little Andrew has just squashed all hope for future camping trips. 🙂
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3 months of penance and grandpa will be good to go again. Thanks for reading Christine. 😄
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Dear Dan,
Mom’s never letting him out of her sight again. 😉 Fun story. I just hope Andrew was exaggerating.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It was true story. Except for men with machetes. Grandpa was in dog house for a long time.
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I was in 6th grade at the time. The place was Puerto Rico
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A tall tale? If not, I assume Grandpa made it back just fine and no one got shot in front of the kids.
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Yep,,, everyone was brought home safe. Thanks for reading “The Same Grin” Alice
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I wish my Grandpa took me on holidays as exciting as this one! 🙂
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It was 1964, a more innocent time. The 100-word limit required some embellishment. Truth is we did go over a mountain from one town to another. It took longer than planned. Grandpa checked out a room for rent, but when the light came on critters scattered. So we slept outside using a sheet of plastic for a blanket. , (Cardboard sounded better). There were army men protecting a military installation and mom WAS unhappy with grandpa for some time. Yes Grandpa was adventurous. Thanks for reading “The Same Grin” Iain.
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Oh boy. Knowing this was a true tale made it even more scary! I’m thinking maybe Grandpa is still in the doghouse–maybe a heavenly one by now. Appropriate verse there at the end.
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Linda, thanks for reading and commenting on “The Same Grin”. I just added an authors note and photo to post. Have a blessed day my friend.
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Eeeeek! I would not have been impressed with Grandpa! Nice piece of autobiography, Dan.
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Thank you Penny, that means a lot.
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I think Grandpa will not be going out with his grandson in a while….
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As a parent, there is no way I’d let grandpa take my child away again! Sounds like it was quite and adventure. And based on a true story? Wow. Great tale
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Thanks Lynn. Grandpa would also snub out his cigars and hid them in plane site, above the door frame. Now I feel nostalgic. Thanks again.
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Just as long as he didn’t share the cigars … 🙂 My pleasure
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That was a fun read, Dan. And truth embellished – still a wild tale!
Why was Grandma in the doghouse when it was grandpa that took you out? (Your response to Rochelle…)
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Ohhhh,, my bad. Grandpa was in dog house. Typo. good catch Dale. Sad story, i never met Grandma, she was electrocuted in an industrial accident when my dad was a boy. I have beautiful photo of her and grandpa. I’m going to try and find it. It may come in handy for next story.
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How very sad indeed. What a way to go! Yowza.
I never knew any of my grandfathers… bummer.
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That is a bummer. Grandpa had a lot of “cool points”. Missing out on grandpa’s qualify’s you for double cool point’s.
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That right?
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what are grandpas for but fun? i bet grandpa left him with great memories to remember. 🙂
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He certainly did. Thanks for reading Plaridel.
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