Memories is it a way to really look back?

Last Sunday my G and PG were full of memories, a lot of them of the time they were growing up. You know the old song and dance of “I walked five miles to and from school everyday” or “my X-box was a tin can on a string”. My sister sits in awe and a bit of boredom since she has no clue to what they are talking about.
I like being with my grandparents, they have some of the coolest ideas that are plain and simple. Remedies that will crack you up but do the trick, hearts so big to be able to listen to your every complaint and then throw some good advice your way.
My G is very plain spoken woman, she tells you like it is, right then and there. She always was the one that would tell us how to act around the ladies. On many occasions she would help me out with questions about the opposite sex, yes I still have them. When she cooks she still cooks for an army. Well, she did have seven boys and four girls; I guess it’s hard to stop cooking that way.
My PG on the other hand is a prankster, into everything and a big day dreamer. My favorite thing about him is when he talks in mid sentence he forgets the subject. “Now, what point was I trying to get to?” Of course since he had his stroke so many years ago his thought processes aren’t the same. The guy literally was a rocket scientist and in fact we have a bumper sticker on his truck that says “Well yes, I AM a rocket scientist”. Now all he likes to do is go to all the little kids’ ball games and give out suckers and hugs.
They both are a match made in heaven; they had a long wait until they could marry. My PG was in the army and met her in France; he didn’t like the idea of marrying her and then something happening to him so they waited. Her parents didn’t like the idea that she was seeing an American; in fact they had already picked out her husband.
He would write her long love letters and the plans he had made for them. That was their modern time “internet” love affair. After his term of service he ran back to France to claim his wife, still her parents didn’t like the idea, so he worked in her town for a while in hopes they would grow accustomed to him.
After nearly a year on a stormy night, my PG asked her to run away with him. She later said that she’d been waiting for him to ask months earlier. They married and moved to Florida to start a family; both were in their teens but in so much love.
Eleven kids later and umpteen grandkids and even a few great grand’s, they are both silly in love; he holds her hand in church and the mall. Insists on getting her car door and any other door for her for that matter. They have seen so many changes and won and lost many battles but each trial brings them closer together.
I did learn a lot last Sunday; I even had a glimpse of myself on that front porch in so many years.