Memory Monday-It’s a thing…
Back in the Full House days at Granny’s, her door was open to everyone. Given most of the adults were living there because of a divorce, arguments weren’t uncommon.
Perhaps one of the ugliest divorces at the time was between Debbie and her first husband, Eddie. After Debbie moved back into Granny’s house, Eddie, who was living in Florida, moved back to this area as well. He had limited visitations with my cousin Brett. Still, he tormented Debbie and often threatened to kidnap Brett.
One Saturday, Granny and I were outside under the shade tree when Eddie arrived for a visit. Brett was still in the house, and Granny told Eddie he could go inside. A few minutes later, Eddie ran out of the house carrying Brett. Debbie was close behind him, screaming for help. Eddie tried to get in his car, but changed directions. Debbie was still in the front yard screaming. Grandpa tried to run out the door, but fell on the porch.
Eddie ran toward the branch and jumped across it. I guess he thought he could run to the main road. The next thing I remember was my mom bolting out the front door. She jumped over Grandpa and passed Debbie. Granny and I followed Mom. Mom crossed the foot bridge as Eddie passed it. She jumped off the bridge and tackled Eddie. He dropped Brett as he fell and Granny and I grabbed Brett. He cried and was saying, “I just want to see my Daddy.”
Eddie and Mom made it back to their feet. Eddie grabbed Mom and was shaking her while he yelled at her. My dad was also visiting that day too. He stopped to help Grandpa up, but he made it to Mom’s side about the same time Eddie started to hit Mom. I don’t remember my dad, who was twice as big as Eddie, hitting Eddie or anything. I remember Dad shoving Eddie back toward his car and telling him to leave.
After Eddie left and everything calmed down, the grown-ups were talking about the day’s events. The question they pondered the most was why Eddie didn’t get in his car and drive away.
Granny finally said, “He couldn’t. I took his keys. He left the car running and the door open. I knew what he was going to try, so I took his keys. When we brought Brett back to the house, I sent him and Marsha inside and I put his keys back in the car then.”
That was Granny. Observant. Calm. Smart.