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Harris Blackwood: A grandson’s giggle is the sweetest song you’ll ever hear
Harris Blackwood
Harris Blackwood

I heard some of the sweetest music I’ve ever heard this week. It wasn’t at church or on the radio; it was a 3-month-old baby giggling. 

It sounded like music to me.

I have several friends who have grandchildren. They think their little darling is wonderful and special. Don’t tell them, but we the most wonderful, special, talented and happy grandchild in Georgia.

When you look at the whole of my talents, I have several unique ones. For example, not only have I judged a beauty pageant, I judged the Miss Gum Spirits of Turpentine contest one year.

I interviewed the late Andy Williams and had a chance to meet him. Andy knew a thing or two about talent and we chatted about it.

I have driven a Dodge Dart with a slant six engine without a car battery or a sufficient amount of oil. The car lived to run another day.

Now, these are but a few of the life experiences that have prepared me to be a grandfather.

Little Walter, my grandson extraordinaire, has reached the age of 3 months. In that time, he has discovered his hands. He likes to pull his Nana’s hair. However, on a recent night, his mother sent us a video of him laughing. It was not just a laugh; it was a belly laugh that made his whole little body shake and his entire face smile. We watched it again and again.

Then we laughed hysterically. I think I laughed more than when Jonathan Winters appeared on the Andy Williams TV show.

We have entered the fun stage of grand parenting. Let the fun begin.

Darrell Huckaby, a fellow scribe, was writing the other day about his grandson, Henley, who has reached the age of 4 and will begin pre-school. Darrell is retired and has spent lots of time with his beloved boy. He was lamenting that his time with Henley will be limited, as he grows older.

Our meter is now running and I am just under 3 years and 9 months before preschool begins. There is much spoiling to be done.

I’m not in a panic, but I am glad we don’t live on the planet Mercury. He would already be a year old. Maybe we could move the family to Mars, where a year is 687 earth days. I’m a little reluctant to consider Jupiter, where it takes 12 earth years to loop the sun. I would be celebrating my 5thbirthday in October.

But, how cool would it be to have a 5-year-old grandfather? Walt and I could have ice cream, peanut butter sandwiches and unlimited bottles of Coca-Cola. At 5, I’d have absolutely no guilt about that. But then I’d have to change his diapers. I don’t know how well my motor skills would be developed. I’d leave that to my 4.6-year-old wife.

They haven’t even tried out one of those long distance spaceships, so I think I’m stuck here on earth.

Maybe I could write the folks that run that official time clock and ask them to slow it down.

Until then, Walt, it’s you and me. Fasten your seat belt; we’re going on a memorable ride.

Harris Blackwood is a Gainesville resident whose columns appear Sundays.