Did I ever tell you?

My phone rang, and my almost fourteen-year-old granddaughter’s number popped up on the screen.

“Nana, do you have time for me to ask you a few questions,” she asked. “I’m writing a school report on an older person’s school experiences and what his or her life was like long ago.”

Well, yes, I did have a few minutes. In fact, I was excited to answer her questions. For several years now I have randomly mentioned an event or interesting detail from my youth to any available child or grandchild. Not many of them, of course, were acknowledged.

Here, though, was an opportunity to relay not only high school experiences, but interesting tidbits about long-gone ancestors and other information I deemed necessary for someone of the younger generation to know.

Actually, this is the third time in the last year a younger member of my family has visited with me about school experiences, life as a child on the farm, or the olden days. Hmmm, I guess I am aging. That is a good thing…really it is.

My granddaughter’s grade on the report? Well, I haven’t heard. Surely, though, content alone warranted an A.