This is the story about when my grama streaked her knitting club. I tell it in honor of her birthday today.
I don’t know when it happened. She said she thinks she was in her seventies. I think she means it was during the ’70s, but she says no.
She says it was when everyone was ‘doing all that streaking.’
Now, my grama is too proper and modest to run naked past anyone, but she hates to be left out of the fun. She reconciled this by getting a flesh-colored body suit and stitching dark yarn in the appropriate patches.
When time came in the evening to have tea and dessert, my grama excused herself to the bathroom, doffed her street clothes and ran through the shocked clutch.
Nana laughs everytime she imitates her oldest sister yelling her name out in shame. Auntie Eggs would have been in her seventies in the ’70s, and in her eighties in my grama’s seventies, so either way, she was old and appalled.
My grandmother’s biggest concern was driving to and from. Once she got on the road, she was seized with the panic that she might get in a car accident and die.
What would the emergency workers think when they saw those brown felt nipples?
My grandfather never knew any of this happened.
March 27, 2009 at 8:27 pm
Shoot – how old is your grama NOW?
April 3, 2009 at 4:41 pm
85