All posts by Galloping Grandma

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  • Gallopin’ Grandma’s grandmother, Blanche, at the Sioux City Airport in 1945. She is trading in her helicopter parenting for a B-29 bomber. (Photot: Gallopin’ Grandma)
    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Halt Helicopter Parenting

    ‘Submarine Parenting’ is a better method Jackson Hole, Wyoming – A recent email from my friend LaWanda back in my hometown of Corn Cob, Iowa, relates the details of the latest Corn Cob nut attack. It seems that...

    • Posted September 22, 2015
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    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Humbled by the apron

    Learning lessons of humanity and humiliation from the service industry Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Around this time of the year, the air is filled with the gladsome cries of recent graduates looking forward to a wondrous future,...

    • Posted August 18, 2015
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  • Gallopin’ Grandma on a date in Hawaii. It wasn’t the worst date she’s ever had and he wasn’t bad kisser, either.
    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Dating tribulations

    Online and off-line romance can be tough Birds do it, bees do it and I bet you do it, too Do what, you say? Well, let me tell you a story. Sometime ago, far away in Africa,...

    • Posted July 8, 2015
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  • This is my husband, in 1999, at a University of Minnesota football game. He was without shame and embarrassed everybody. PHOTO: JEAN WEBBER
    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: A guide to driving your kids nuts

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Once upon a time, one of my darlings asked me if it was olden times when I was a child. I told her to go play in traffic. Then she wanted to know...

    • Posted May 19, 2015
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  • Gallopin’ Grandma at age 11 being waterboarded in some weird Nebraska ritual. (Photo credit: Jean Webber)
    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Fifty Shades of I could care less

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Once upon a time there was an especially luscious praying mantis named Iris. She was tall and slim and green and all the guys were nuts about her. Mantis guys are sort of...

    • Posted March 18, 2015
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  • Nebraska 1924: My mother and friends after escaping from the fashion 5-0. (Photo credit: Jean Webber)
    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Lifelong fashion police fugitive

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming – A few years ago when I was in high school, my mother made me an Easter outfit. It was a pink, and I mean pink, corduroy suit. I chose to accessorize my ensemble...

    • Posted February 17, 2015
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  • My two aunties going to the airport in their Ford touring car. They have discovered that they don’t know what an airport is and Nebraska doesn’t have one anyway.

    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Fur and loathing in the airport

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming – There was a time when air travel was fabulous. Everyone dressed up, the service was fabulous, the food and drink were fabulous, the planes were fabulous and you could travel to Hawaii or...

    • Posted January 20, 2015
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    GALLOPIN’ GRANDMA: Did anyone see a turkey go by?

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming – The Day of the Turkey is here and the Butterball hotline ladies are on full alert. Ben Franklin wanted the turkey to be our national symbol, but rational minds prevailed and now we...

    • Posted November 25, 2014
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    Gallopin’ Grandma: Why another election?

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming – My father was a rock-ribbed Republican; he never gave up. He voted for Hoover, everyone else voted for Roosevelt. He voted for Alf Landon, everyone else voted for Roosevelt. He voted for Willkie,...

    • Posted October 29, 2014
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  • Galloping Grandma: Spirits run the valley

    Jackson Hole, Wyoming – Not long ago I thought I was losing my hearing. It felt as if my ears were all plugged up, though I could still hear my husband whining about not being able to...

    • Posted October 1, 2014
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