Written on October 1, 2011 by Mz Gina

Summer is just about over. A few remnants here and there, a weekend suggestive of it; but all in all it is over. As the pool cover comes out of the shed making room for the lounge chair cushions to be tucked away, so are the summer fun memories completed. Out of all of my wonderful memories of Summer 2011, my favorite is the memory I will call Deja Vu.

Sometimes it is the simplest of fun ideas that become the most memorable, through the decades. This year mom went digging for the bubble machine.

The bubble machine was bought to have fun with the grandson when he was about 7. With glee and excitement, my mon, Nonee, purchased a machine that would blow a million bubbles at once, filling the yard with a zillion of them in a flash. These were not just any bubbles either, this sea of bubbles had brilliant colors of golds, blues, pinks and greens swirling about them. Filling the space between the ground and the sky for a special little boy, the Nonee created the most magical moment in time. Before long the Grandpa had the boy running in every direction, the idea was to catch one bubble on the stick that he once blow a single digit amount of bubbles through. I was not sure back then, who had the biggest smile -my son, his grandmother or his grandfather. But it was wonderful to watch them all play in the bubbles.

This year, the now great grandparents bought the great granddaughter a bubble gun, they fell in love with. As they watched a demonstration of it blowing a stream of bubbles they just had to have it, –for the baby girl, of course. When they opened the sealed package and gave it to her it did not work. (Not made in the US.) All this two and half year old kept saying was “it broken, daddy, it broken“. The great grandpa tried to fix it, but it was definitely not going to happen. So he ran off and made an old fashion single bubble blower with a twig and twist tie; it looked like a miniature Easter egg dipper. Sadly, as gallant as the effort was, it was pathetically not working out for the kid. But great Nonee came to the rescue, a bit dusty was the box, but after the grandson put together the machine, the shiny machine ran like a charm. The excitement and thrill the grandfather’s beaming smile was the best part of the afternoon. He placed the machine in the yard on it’s own table and had bubbles pouring out of it. He had his and the neighbors yard full of bubbles, in minutes. Oh yeah, the baby had fun too! She ran and chased the bubbles from the biggest to the smallest, just to pop them. We sought out the tiniest to the largest bubbles. The colors were just as brilliant as they were all them years ago.

We all laughed a whole bunch, but the smile that is the most memorable looked just as good as it did thirteen years ago. My gosh, when my dad smiles, you just can not help but smile and feel the joy and same excitement. Mom sure knows how to make the fun special. Everyone should have a pair of them in their life. They are a the best and I am lucky to have them.

In memory of PR, JR and AS, thank you for the good you did!

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