No WAY That’s Pink!

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A memento

I just returned from visiting with family to say goodbye to my grandfather. While there were many tears shed, there was lots of laughter—laughter to rival my grandfather’s hearty cackle.

No one wants a funeral to be the reason for a family reunion, but that’s what happens sometimes. I’m grateful I got to spend time with everybody. One of my cousins was our flower girl when we got married. Yeah, she’s all grown up and beautiful. Her little brother is hilarious. Also, grown up and planning his wedding.Β  I also got to visit with my oldest nephew (he’s all grown up with a family, too). I’ll be picking his brain while I research some hunting for scenes in my WIP. Oh, yes, I will.

I haven’t aged a bit, by the way. They’ve just been catching up. πŸ˜‰Β 

The common theme (beyond the hugs and expressed love) for celebrating Paw Paw’s life was that there weren’t very many stories we could share in mixed company or with the public. He said what he thought without any kind of filter or obvious care of what someone else thought about it. Paw Paw enjoyed using very colorful (often shocking) language. As people shared stories, others remembered new tidbits or had realizations and healings of old wounds.

Also, I will never be able to see one-ply toilet paper again without thinking about what Paw Paw said about it’s, er, effectiveness.

So what’s with the title?

Paw Paw was color blind.

He didn’t like the color pink. In reality, he didn’t know what pink looked like.

He bought a car in the 1970s. He was so proud of that car. It was pale pink. I wish I had a picture of it.

Paw Paw bought himself a bolt of fabric so he could make a dress shirt. (He was a whiz at pattern making and sewed with my grandmother.) He loved the feel of the fabric. He showed off his new shirt. When people told him it was pink, he firmly denied it (just as he had with that car). “It’s not pink! It’s beige!” I’m sure there were a few expletives peppering his denial.

Now that I think about it, we should have all worn shades of “beige” to his funeral. I bet he would have gotten a kick out of that.

It’s time to return to normalcy. Whatever that is these days.Β  At any rate, I began my journey home with all the colors:

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I love to hear what you’re thinking about. Do you have any good color stories to share? Do you have a relative who makes you worry about what they’ll do or say?

15 comments on… “No WAY That’s Pink!”

  1. My maternal grandfather and his brothers were all fluent in Colorful Language, too. πŸ˜‰ My great-grandparents owned a country store, and like all places like that in rural areas, it was the place everyone gathered, and any time of the day you could find men sitting on the porch swapping tales. When my brother was small he spent a lot of time at the store being babysat by my grandmother while my parents farmed, and I understand his vocabulary was greatly enriched by our grandfather and our great-uncles while sitting on that porch. I also understand he utilized this vocabulary with frequency until it was impressed upon him (and probably upon the seat of his pants) that these were words he shouldn’t use. After my grandmother died, my grandfather remarried to a sweet woman who set about modifying my grandfather’s salty language. By the time I was old enough to pay attention, Pa had replaced his cuss words with the word “hare.” But everything was hare this and hare that. I can still hear him laughing while he said it. His wife died a few years before he did, and he began letting colorful words and phrases creep back in before he died at the age of 90. He was a character, and I miss him.

    Your Paw Paw sounds like a hoot, and I’m so sorry you’ve lost him. Keep those memories close, and pass them down. πŸ™‚


    • Diana Beebe


      What a great story! I love that “hare” was your grandfather’s replacement word. I can only imagine some of the stories the men swapped while sitting on that porch. πŸ˜€ Thanks for sharing it and thanks for the kind words, Juli!


  2. Dave Beebe


    Diana, my heart is smiling at your heartwarming story of your grandad’s ‘colorful’ relationship with pink. Do you remember in the movie ‘SteelMagnolias’ that Shelby’s wedding colors were very specific? Blush and Bashful. I think the father was walking her down the aisle and said something like ‘it’s.as if someone threw up Pepto Bismol everywhere!’ I know it is but one of thousands that you and your family are sharing as you celebrate his life. I’m guessing he had a soft spot in his heart for you. Turning to the subject of your question du jour, I love color although I have a strong sense of appropriate applications which I constantly remind myself is completely subjective. I’m careful not to offer opinions unless asked, smiles. If I weren’t seeing color through that subjective lens, there would be an overwhelming abundance, everywhere (walls, fabrics, clothing, cars; everywhere) of the warm russets, reds and coppery oranges of nature in Autumn, and I love them even more after living in New England. I hope to enjoy some quality time soon with you and our shared family- Happy New Year!.


    • Diana Beebe


      Thanks so much, Dave. πŸ˜€ Autumn colors are spectacular. I’m not surprised at all that those are your favorites. I’d love to catch up with you in person. Let’s chat sometime soon and see what we can come up with.

  3. Speaking of Pink, my wife’s grandmother LOVED pink. So much so, she bought a pink casket. As in she picked out which one she wanted WELL before it was time for her to go. She called it her pink cadillac. Maybe your PawPaw would have liked it? Of course, he might have called it a beige cadillac. πŸ™‚


    • Diana Beebe


      I bet if my grandfather had picked out his casket himself, he would have chosen a “beige” one. LOL. Interestingly enough, he had picked out his suit. Not a single item was pink.

      It sounds like your wife’s grandmother had a great sense of humor. πŸ˜€

  4. Looks like someone was smiling down on your drive back. πŸ™‚ It’s nice when we can remember with a smile.

  5. We could just say he was brave enough to wear pink and not feel any less the man for it. I always found it curious how that trait was more common in men than women. Speaking his mind, that’s to be admired. You always knew where you stood. Gotta love that. My husband is color blind when it comes to green and blue. My grandfather has the same problem with red and blue. Your Paw Paw was in good company. πŸ˜‰


    • Diana Beebe


      He certainly didn’t care when people told him what color it was. πŸ™‚ Good company, indeed!

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