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Along Life’s Way
LOL ? Not Me!
By Lois E. Wilson
I do not do texting. Since I first saw the letters “LOL,” they have not
meant “Laugh Out Loud” to me. They mean “Little Old Lady.” Therefore, I
thought of LOL as an appropriate description of myself.
One day my daughter-in-law accompanied me on a visit to my family
doctor. She told the doctor that I was “tough.” I considered it as it
was intended –a compliment. I decided that instead of LOL, an apt
description of me would be TOG. After all, I am a “Tough Old Gal.”
As I began thinking of myself that way, I gained confidence which
faltered when one of my friends exclaimed, “Oh! You’re a Tough Old
Grandma!” That was a dart into the balloon of my delusion. Pop!
Looking into my mirror one day, reality hit full force. Any way I
looked at myself—my face showed the truth. I decided to
compromise, “I will be a Tough Old Granny TOG.” Well, it sounded better
at the time—less pompous. And in actuality, I had been a granny for
over thirty years.
When I told my grandchildren about my being a TOG, one of them replied,
“But Grandma, you’ll have to add another ‘G,’ you have
great-grandchildren now—so you are a Tough Old Great-Granny—a TOGG.”
They were right; I’d written about that:
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
There’s been Catherine the Great,
Alexander the Great,
Also Peter the Great,
Even the Great Gatsby.
But when it came to “great.”
I never thought ‘That’s
me.”
A big hurrah—
For I’ve become a Great-Grandma!
Although I was proud of being a great-grandma, I tried to soften the
thought. I decided to put a bit of LOL (the laugh part) into a personal
concept of TOGG. I didn’t share it with others, but to myself I was a
Tough Old Giddy Granny. It was easier to think of it that way.
The last several years, I have been doing a lot of writing sharing
thoughts and opinions with others. I laughed as I said to myself, “You
are now a TOGGG—a Tough Old Giddy, Gabby, Granny.” If you think
that I’m overreacting to all of this acronym business, you are right. I
plead guilty—and that makes me a TOGGGG—a Tough Old, Giddy, Gabby,
Guilty, Granny! From my viewpoint, by golly that beats being a Little
Old Lady any way you count the score!
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