The Paw Paw River Journal

Published January 7, 1987

Diary of a surrogate parent

Marion and I went to sit with our grandkids for a few days while our daughter and son-in-law went to a conference out in San Francisco. They live outside of Detroit and have two children, a boy (Mike) and a girl (Cathy), both in elementary school. What a great chance to go back in time and become parents of youngsters again. And they really are good kids, causing little trouble. It’s just that the routine is strange.

In their large old house on Grand River Avenue, we could hear the traffic at night zooming past… once in a while punctuated by an ambulance or police cruiser with sirens and lights flashing on the walls of our bedroom. All the bedrooms are upstairs and on every floor a laundry chute accepts dirty towels, shirts, etc. In my mind’s eye all of those things were piling up on the basement floor in the laundry room under the mouth of the laundry chute.

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