(memories, in verse, from my inner 5-year-old about life at the Grama-Grampa House on the Big Lake (Lake Michigan). Part of my Big Lake Anthology)Sunday at the grampa-grama house
was boring because Grama and grampa were dutch reformed
they had a dominie instead of a minister
like i had at church
the Dominie, they said,
said they couldn't do anything on Sunday
Grama couldn't cook on Sunday
which was nice for grama
she made Grampa and me
a sandwich for dinner
we couldn't watch tv
which was sad for me
because the only tv i had
was at the grama-grampa house
i wondered why the Dominie
let us watch tv all week but not on sunday
mommy and daddy didn't have a dominie
but they never watched tv
we couldn't watch grampas home movies
on sunday either
on nights that were not sunday
he set up the super 8 movie projector
and showed old movies of us
on the side of the refrigerator
while we ate ice cream
it was fun even if there was no sound
the dog pierre always knew
when we were having ice cream
he came home from wherever he was
just in time to have a scoop for himself
i liked ice cream but wished
grama and grampa picked better flavors
spumoni and peppermint stick and butter pecan
are not as good as chocolate marshmallow
the dominie said we could play aggravation
on the porch on summer nights after my bath
and have a fire in the fireplace
downstairs in winter
which were probably better than tv
and just as good as home movies
or walks to the beach
and much better than going to church
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