‘You do know Fred Astaire, right?’ she asks me confident in my knowledge. ‘No?’ I say without so much as a clue to whom she is referring to. She gasps. And that is how I was introduced to the wonderful Vintage Era. Ever since then I have been trying to extend my possessions of Vintage doodads. Hymnals, speech books, records, etc.
But my favorite possession isn’t a doodad, or object, but reality. Literature and other material possession dating to the 1930’s can all be taken away from me at any moment. But my favorite Vintage relic, is something or rather someone, that can’t be taken away from my history or past. Ever.
We visited him again last year, and when we arrived he was in his wheel chair reading a book with just the sunlight pouring in from the patched porch roof. He gets up, hugs us, and walks over to his walker, and asks us how we’re doing.
My great-grandfather, Vicente Floriano Ribeiro, was a strong man in his youth, is a strong reality today, and forever will be a strong memory of my childhood. I know I’m lucky and blessed to have all four of my grandparents alive and well, and extraordinarily blessed to have one living great-grandfather. I know this. And don’t ever plan to take it for granted. Although I can’t spend as much time with them as I want to, I try to make every moment of our company together count. If you have great-grandparents, grandparents, and especially parents, don’t take them for granted! No matter what! Because someday, when they’re not available anymore, then it might be to late to remind them how special they are. xxoo~’*