"Here Hawkie Hawkie, Here Hawkie Hawkie!"
I will never forget my grandma and grandpa's relationship. It is the first really silly, fun relationship that I witnessed. They have been married for 65 years this past May, still silly and fun and still very much in love.
Every year we would go up to old "family camp" at Owassippe Boy Scout Camp. We'd all get together and stay in the old cabins that smelled musty and had bunks in them. God I loved that place. I wish we still went.
Well, we are taking a nature walk and Grandma says, "Hey, look at those birds, what are they?"
My grandpa says, "They are hawks."
Gram says, "They must be hungry."
Gramps says, "Probably. Why don't you feed them?"
Gram looks over at him to see if he's kidding, I swear I don't know how he managed to keep a straight face. "Put some bread on your arms and stand really still in the middle of the road and keeping your arms up and out say, 'Here hawkie hawkie. Here hawkie hawkie.' They will swoop down and get the bread, they won't hurt you."
Well, needless to say Gram won't live down the Hawk Lady story. Ever.
"Here hawkie, hawkie. Here hawkie, hawkie."
Grandpa went over to her and laughed and made her take her arms down. It was so funny. There were tears streaming down our faces. Gramps was hugging her so hard. It was great. I have pictures somewhere.
Remind me to tell you the bear track story.
Originally started on 07/05/2005
