Boppo

 

This one is hard for me.  Even after all these years,

I find I can’t talk about him without some tears,  Ok, what is a “Boppo”?

 

First of all I was more than a little indigent that I had to add

this word to a dictionary here to keep it from being underlined as a non-word.

 

Once added, it occurred to me that it would be impossible for any stupid

computer dictionary to know what the word meant. 

 

Let me first  tell you what the word means.

 

The word means “a love so deep and enduring that there

is no beginning or end.” The word means, ‘grandfather’.” 

If there is something more out there than that for mere mortals,

don’t tell me, I really don’t want to know.

 

I won’t go on and on with buzz words and platitudes,

listen to this music and maybe you will understand what

a “Boppo” is and how much I miss him after all these years

and will miss him forever. He may not be the “He” mentioned

in this song, but for me, “He” turned the tide and calmed

the angry seas…” and loved me all my life and still does.

 

He taught me to roller skate and to ride a bike. 

He held me on his lap and told me stories of times gone by.

 

He gave me a sense of self-worth and of pride in who I am. 

 

He was “Boppo” to everyone in town.  I believe if you had just

addressed an envelope to “Boppo” and put the city and state,

he would have received that mail.  He loved to sip a cool highball

after a long day at the office.  He would sit in his favorite

lawn chair watching me and the neighborhood children playing

on the swing set he had built for me and would laugh as we raced

for the clothesline pole that was always

base” when we played hide and seek.

 

He took me on trips to Cleveland to shop before Christmas when

everything in the city was magical and ablaze with lights and sounds. 

In New York, when I was only 10, he tipped the maître d'  well enough

for me to get into a night club and be served a “Shirley Temple”

while watching a floor show that I remember to this very day.

 

We walked up so many flights of stairs in the Statue of Liberty

that he finally gave up and waited for me to go on the last few flights. 

I wasn’t scared though, because I knew he would be there waiting

for me when I had finished viewing the city from Lady Liberty’s crown. 

We were on top of the world on the observation deck at the

Empire State Building, and pirates on the ferry.

 

I had a passion for dolls then and have the same passion now,

but on that memorable trip to New York, in a subway train heading

for Coney Island, I somehow spotted a doll in the window

of a shop as we literally flew by.  Later, we would walk

uncountable city blocks re-tracing the journey until we finally found

the little shop.  I had $8.68 cents left from the ten dollars my parents

had given me before we left on the train headed for New York.

That was quite a sum for a child back in 1959.  At any rate, once inside

the shop, I found the doll of my dreams.  A large walking doll

with blonde curly hair and big blue eyes.  I asked the man at the counter

how much she cost and to my delight, he responded that she was $8.68.

 

That doll and I were inseparable throughout the rest of the trip.

She had her own seat at meals in the best restaurants in town. 

She even got her own entrée’s and breakfasts of pancakes and sausages.

 

I was much older when I found out that the shop was a doll wholesale

place and that the dolls in there were not even for sale to the public. 

I also found out that Boppo had been standing behind me flashing a

larger amount of money, signaling to the shop keeper that he would be

getting a handsome price for the doll by simply telling me she would cost $8.68.

 

I had my own room at Boppo’s house.  He and Mommo lived just next

door to me and being and only child and only grandchild, you can

imagine that I was more than just a little “spoiled”, but I was never the “brat”

you think of when you think of an only child.  I was taught to be considerate

and obedient and to love and respect my family.  When I made mistakes,

and I made plenty of them, I had to face the music, but I knew I was

loved and that I was forgiven.

I was given the rare opportunity of a lifetime, to be able, as a nurse, to care

for him in his last days.  As he had cared for me all my life,

I was able to give back in some small way. 

 

So what is a “Boppo”?

If you are a grandparent, it is the highest degree of grand parenting you can achieve.

 

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