Tonawanda News — Two Saturdays ago, I awoke bright and early at 6 a.m. to drop about $75 on a rental car and what would amount to about the same in gas to drive 61/2 hours to Yardley, Pa., and back by the following Sunday evening.
There were several times before and during this trip I questioned my sanity in going to all that trouble for a mere 24 hours in this teeny tiny little town just outside of Trenton, N.J.
While there, I watched a dress rehearsal for a reenactment of Washington crossing the Delaware River, saw a truly spectacular Christ-mas light show and ate at Friendly’s ... twice.
But I didn’t drive all that way for a couple of ice cream sundaes.
I went because my grandmother from Texas — the one I call Mamaw — was there visiting her childhood home in Yardley, Pa. The trip was an unexpected one for her. Her sister, twin brother and his wife were planning to go and she was a last-minute addition to the crew ... an effort on their behalf to perhaps get her away from some of the difficulty of being at home these days.
You see, two weeks earlier, one day after Thanksgiving in fact, Mamaw’s husband, my step-grandfather of 20 years, passed away in his sleep. John was 87 and had had some heart problems in the past, but it was still unexpected and added to an already difficult year for my family and my grandmother in particular.
Burying a second husband came just five months after the death of her youngest son, my uncle, and about 10 months after the death of my great-grandmother, Memaw.
This was a sobering year for me. For everyone in the Couch-Eggleston-Oehlschlaeger mash-up I call my family.
It was a year that made me realize $150 dollars and 13 hours in a car are nothing compared to spending a special, if brief, moment with my grandmother, listening to stories of how she used to swim in the dangerous Delaware River; how she would sled down the hill in her backyard, over a bridge spanning the Delaware Canal and into a neighbor’s yard to catch the school bus; how she and her siblings used to huddle over the grate in the floor connecting to the furnace in the basement to get dressed on cold mornings.