As I wrote yesterday, Grandma Hazel was a free spirit. She especially enjoyed her wine and dancing. At the time of this occurrence I was probably seven years old.
Grandma was dating a man who shared her interests and they belonged to a private club that offered Sunday alcohol sales and provided a small band. I imagine that to give my parents a little repite from my constant intrusion into their privacy, Grandma and her partner began to include me in their Sunday outings. My grandma's response to my mother's query about where she was taking me was always the same—to the drug store. (I'm not sure that my mother bought this, but probably dampened her doubts with the promise of a few hours respite from my constant presence.)
I remember having a great deal of fun at the 'drugstore', especially what passed for dancing with a girl my age and sharing Cokes and cookies with her. Over the course of several weeks we probably discussed marriage.
One afternoon mom and I were running an errand that took us past the private club. I very excitedly pointed to the building and exclaimed, "That's the drugstore Grandma takes me to." I can't remember my mother's response, but it obviously wasn't positive because from then on I was never allowed to go to the 'drugstore' with Grandma again.
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