Today was a slow, restful day. I wasn’t feeling too great and I think all the traveling has worn me down. We stayed put, watched movies, chit chatted with my family and ate comfort food.
For dinner, my granddaddy took us out to eat at a buffet. I thought I knew what a buffet was, but I was sorely mistaken. This place felt like someone was having a bunch of folks over to their house for an informal meal. Nothing was fancy or corporate and the food was good and homecooked tasting.
My granddaddy stopped for a minute to say hello to an elderly couple that looked to be in their 90s. They were adorable. Still very obviously in love.
When he returned to our table he told me they were a couple who had lived in the area for a very long time. The husband was a Methodist minister who had retired and his wife had been a local school teacher. Everyone knew and respected them. Despite their age they still went out to eat quite often, although nowadays they are being driven around by someone younger. He said he always makes a point to stop and greet them when he sees them.
After dinner he told me that they had asked who he was with and he had explained that I was his granddaughter and my kids were his great grandchildren. He told them that I was on my way from California to New Hampshire and that I am a midwife by trade.
The wife spoke up here and said something very quietly. My granddaddy says she rarely talks and when she does her husband has to translate because her voice is so soft and shaky these days.
“What was that?” my granddaddy asked.
The Methodist minister translated by saying, “She says she can do that. Help birth babies.”
I don’t doubt it. I also don’t doubt that when she was doing so it wasn’t that big of a deal. I doubt she helped birth babies while looking over her shoulder for armed police. I’d love to see that threat disappear.