Peas Porridge Hot

When I came home, G was pretty depressed about how fast she is losing her memory, so I started telling her my favorite stories about coming to Grandma's as a kid.

I told her about how she and Grandpa Hal would take us fishing in this little pond and Grandpa Hal would put the worms on and take the fish off the hooks because that was a gross job we didn't want to do.

I told her about the time I caught a huge catfish and she let me keep it as a pet.  I named it King Kong and we put it in an empty garbage can with water and it survived less than an hour after we brought it home, so we had a funeral for it and buried it in the back yard.

We talked about how much Grandpa Hal would love Abby and Allie if he were still here and how he would chant with them the same game he chanted with us when we were that age:

Peas porridge hot
Peas porridge cold
Peas porridge in the pot nine days old

Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Some like it in the pot nine days old

I never understood what that meant, but Grandpa Hal would say it in his very crackly voice with his huge goofy grin and laugh every time he got to the end of it.  As I started chanting it, G started chanting with me.

"Oh Esther, thanks for putting some good memories back in me."