My sister and I called our grandmother “Nanny”. My Nanny was definitely one of a kind and I miss her terribly. But, she’s left us with great memories. One involves an incident while she was searching for a garage sale.
Nanny had this thing for what she termed “garage sale-ing”. She loved (and that’s not a strong enough word) going to garage sales and looking, even if she didn’t buy anything. But she usually came away with something. She loved the haggling back and forth over price. Boy was she good at it!
She would buy stuff and when she accumulated enough, she’d have her own garage sale. Nanny was one of those that never met a stranger and could talk to anyone. She was awesome at turning a profit on her garage sale finds.
Nanny and my aunt or whoever she could rope into going would be out every Saturday morning on the look out for people selling their belongings. Well, it didn’t have to be a Saturday. Any time we were out and about and she spotted a sign or even something that looked like it might possibly be a garage sale or even the makings of a garage sale, we’d have to alter course and warp-speed ahead to the suspect yard, garage or flea market.
So it really wasn’t surprising when …. okay, picture this and put yourself in my mother’s shoes:
Mom is driving Nanny to a garage sale she’d heard about. On the way there, Nanny sees an open garage door with a lot of junk in it. Some tables, etc. No one is outside of course. It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining. Nanny makes Mom stop the car because it looks like someone is setting up a garage sale.
Nanny walks into the garage and somehow just as she walks in, her arm hit’s the garage door opener/closer on the side. The door starts going down. Mom describes the shocked look on Nanny’s face. Now my grandmother is not normally the kind of person who is inhibited (you can tell that right?) or shocked, but the garage door closing on her must have done her in. She just stood there not knowing how to stop it and not really realizing what she’d done to cause it.
So now my Mom is in a stranger’s driveway looking at a closed garage door behind which her mother is trapped. After a few minutes of trying to figure out how to get Nanny out of there without causing herself any embarrassment, Mom finally gives up and goes to the stranger’s door. And rings the bell.
Can you imagine having to explain how your mother came to be locked in a stranger’s garage? Fortunately, the people were home and were really nice. But no…they weren’t having a garage sale. Moral to the story: If your garage is full of junk and looks like you’re ready to start selling, keep your doors closed. You never know who’s going to wander in. And become stuck there.
I still laugh so hard when I think about this. (Probably because I wasn’t there! LOL) My Nanny had a great sense of humor and could laugh at herself. So I don’t think she’d mind me sharing this story. I wish she was still around causing mischief.
I think remembering the fun, funny and magical times with our loved ones helps to keep them near. What about you? Do you have a favorite funny story about someone you miss?