A Childhood Memory

So Peter and I are watching the recently released A-Team movie and it reminded me of something from my childhood that I thought worthy of sharing. I remember that my mom and I, along with my great grand mother used to watch the original A-Team show on TV. The ironic thing is I don't remember very much about the show, except for the very memorable Mr. T. However, I do remember sitting in Mama Tucker's bedroom and watching the show. I even remember the picture of Uncle Gene that sat on top of the TV, and how mom would have to sit it to the side because she would want to cry every time she looked at it. (He had died suddenly a couple years before.) I remember how mom and I had a deal that I would scratch her back during the TV show and she would scratch mine during the commercials. At the time I did not realize that I was getting the short end of the stick. I texted my mom and told her about her response was "That was only fair, I'm the mom!" It was a wonderful memory that I am happy to have remembered at this time. The weird thing about my great grandmothers house that I remember everything about it. I remember the layout and how it smelled and what the wallpaper looked like. It burned down when I was about eight. Mama Tucker had been taken my her daughter to Lebanon and put in a nursing home and her youngest son was living in the house and something happened and the house caught on fire. It burned to the ground and there was nothing from it that we were able to save. We never told Mama Tucker that her house was gone, but I always felt like she knew anyways. Even though she had dementia she still new things that the others did not give her credit for. For example, while she was in the nursing home and after she had a stroke, she kept asking for her babies. OraDea, who is her daughter that took her away in the first place was naive and thought she was talking about her baby doll from back home. But in fact she was talking about me and my mom. We lived about and hour and a half from the nursing home she had put her in and did not have a reliable car to get out there often. But my Uncle and Grandpa finally found out were she was and they took us to see her and the first thing she said when she saw us was, "My babies." She was waiting on us to come and see her. I may not be very religious, but I believe with all my heart that she was waiting to see me and my mom again before she dies. And I believe that she has been close by for all the rest of my life looking over me. This memory went way further than I meant to, but I am leaving it all here for all to read.