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Thank You Grammy!0

My Grandma left this world on April 9th, 2009. Among the things she left me was a wonderful contrast of old and new: her decades old adjustable bed and her brand new mattress. Kyle was very skeptical when he found out that we were taking the bed. He was surprisingly okay taking a mattress that my dead Grandma slept on, but for some reason he was hesitant about taking the adjustable bed. A couple of times he tried to talk me out of it by insisting that it was a fire hazard (this thing is seriously old), that it was too heavy, etc., etc. He caved once he realized I was adamant about keeping it. 

 

Now, it might seem odd that a 20 something would want a bed that apparently is designed for and marketed to those over the age of 65. The reasons I want it are really two-fold. First of all, the bed brings back wonderful memories of my childhood when we lived with my Grandma and I slept with her at night. She would be reading her trashy magazines (i.e. Star, Enquirer, etc.) sitting upright in her bed, and then she would lower the bed when I came in to go to sleep. She would always let my brother and I play on it. My brother would have me sit on the foot of the bed, and then using the controller, he would make the foot go up and down. To us, the bed was an incredible robot bed from the future. I also have fond memories of doing my brother’s hair* while watching Guns N Roses music videos on MTV** on that bed.

All nostalgia aside, I also wanted the bed because, let’s face it – it’s freaking awesome. Yesterday I went to our room equipped with Life of Johnson and my laptop. I moved that bad boy to an upright position, and did my homework in blissful comfort. This bed really needs to be marketed to students who are tired of reading in uncomfortable positions all day. So basically, I get to enjoy the comforts of the bed while doing homework, as well as remember how much I love and miss my Grandma at the same time. It’s a pretty good package if you ask me. And by the way, Kyle is thrilled with the bed as well.

 

* Yes, you read that right. My brother used to let me put clips and other hair accessories in his hair when we were little. I think I even had a squirt bottle filled with water that I used before I combed his hair. Actually, come to think of it, my brother is almost seven years older than me, so he couldn’t have been THAT young. HAHA!

** Yes, you read that right. MTV actually used to play music videos.

 

 

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Katharine Theresa Winters

May 25, 1930 – April 9, 2009

“Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep,

He hath awaken’d from the dream of life;

‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep

With phantoms an unprofitable strife,

And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife

Invulnerable nothings. We decay

Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief

Convulse us and consume us day by day,

And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

 

He has outsoar’d the shadow of our night;

Envy and calumny and hate and pain,

And that unrest which men miscall delight,

Can touch him not and torture not again;

From the contagion of the world’s slow stain

He is secure, and now can never mourn

A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain;

Nor, when the spirit’s self has ceas’d to burn,

With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.

 

He lives, he wakes–’tis Death is dead, not he;

Mourn not for Adonais. Thou young Dawn,

Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee

The spirit thou lamentest is not gone;

Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!

Cease, ye faint flowers and fountains, and thou Air,

Which like a mourning veil thy scarf hadst thrown

O’er the abandon’d Earth, now leave it bare

Even to the joyous stars which smile on its despair!

 

He is made one with Nature: there is heard

His voice in all her music, from the moan

Of thunder, to the song of night’s sweet bird;

He is a presence to be felt and known

In darkness and in light, from herb and stone,

Spreading itself where’er that Power may move

Which has withdrawn his being to its own;

Which wields the world with never-wearied love,

Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.”

-From Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Adonais”

 

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