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(My cousin Larry has asked for memories of our grandparents, preserving their legacy. He asked me to contribute a couple blogs for him and I am complying in hopes of avoiding a really bad beating.  No, I am honored to write a few words about my maternal grandparents, they mean a great deal to me.   You’ll forgive me forgetting the exact dialog, but my memory has been compromised by the passage of 60 years!)

Cousin Kathy and I were under ten-years-old when this event took place.  Kathy lived next door in a little home with her Mother, my Aunt Gladys.  Anyway, I caught a foul looking toad in Grandma Boulden’s little garden and I made a beeline to my cousin Kathy, who was playing with her doll alongside the little home on Redwood Road.  I loved teasing Kathy, I had made it an avocation.  I put the toad up about an inch from her face and she began screaming bloody murder.  Then I sort of held her in place against the house and continued menacing her with the toad.  All of a sudden something hit me in the rearend with a terrific blow.  It turned out being a broom and it had lit my rearend on fire.  I opened my mouth and began screaming and bawling, and all the time I was doing that I commenced circling the house.  After the first revolution I passed by my Mother, broom in hand, and Grandma Boulden.  Mom looked triumphant and Grandma Boulden was laughing.  I settled down after circling the house for the second time.  Mom and Grandma had gone back in the house and Kathy was playing with her doll again.  “I hope that really hurt,” Kathy said.

“It didn’t hurt much,” I said.

Later that night Mom had driven over to Murray, Utah, to visit her sister Winnie.  Grandma said, “I have boiled some water for your bath and poured it in the little metal tub in the bathroom.  I mixed it in with cold water and the the temperature should be about right.  Get in there and take a bath.”

“I will Grandma, but you’re not going to come in and see me are you?”

“No, Scotty-Bobble, I won’t come in and see you naked.  But I have seen little naked boys before.  I had lots of sons you know.”

“I know, but you haven’t seen me.” I said.

I climbed in the tub and lathered up.  Grandma Boulden stood outside the door and proceeded to lecture me.  “Scotty-Bobble, your mom didn’t like swatting you with that broom, but you were being naughty.”

“I know,” I said, “I’m sorry, Grandma.”

“I know you’re sorry.  But will you do me a favor?”

“Okay, Grandma, what?”

“Don’t tease little Kathy anymore.  It makes her unhappy.”

“Okay, Grandma, I know it’s mean.”

“Okay Scotty-Bobble, promise.”

“I promise.”

“The heavenly father is watching you, you know.  And you are making him unhappy.  He like’s seeing loving relationships between cousins.”

“I know!” I said, embarrassed, and crying a little.

Later that night Grandma fixed me some food and tucked me in bed, always loving, always caring.

I regret saying that I continued teasing Kathy from time to time, but not so frequently.  I couldn’t help myself, the devil made me do it.

Scotty Casper, 3/19/11

2 comments to A BATH AND A LECTURE

  • Kirk Boulden

    WOW! Thanks to Larry and Scott for their contribution of memories of our grandparents. Their stories have stimulated old memories of Grandma and Grandpa Boulden’s home and life.

    It seems that when we visited their home while Grandpa was still alive he always had some music playing. They were tunes by the original country stars and to this day when I hear those old songs my heart longs for those care free childhood days. Grandpa could sing and dearly loved his music.

    Grandma had a patch of mint out by the garden. It was one of the places I would go to while there and the smell of fresh mint still conjures up sweet memories.

    One day while visiting grandma, my dad William Bliss Boulden, teasingly told grandma that it was only two months until the deer hunting season. Grandma gave him a lecture on how much money it cost to go hunting for a few pounds of meat. Dad enjoyed the interchange and knew the reaction he would get from his mother. Grandma was thrifty because she had to be. The great depression and years of struggling to put food on their table had taught her well.

    After getting a license to drive I visited Grandma on a regular basis. She taught me a lot about the church and the benefits of reading the scriptures. She taught gospel doctrine in Sunday School for many years and knew the scriptures very well. Her encouragement drove my decision to go on a mission. Those visits with her in her humble living room will always be strong in my memory.

  • lboulden

    Kirk, it was so nice to hear from you. Scotty has contributed three blog ;ostings now, and we love to hear from family members about our grandparents. Would you like to do a blog post about visiting Grandma?

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