It takes a lot of energy when the grandparents come to town.
What’s your favorite memory of grandma and grandpa coming for a visit? Homemade sugar cookies with grandma’s buttercream icing? Rasslin’ with grandpa on the carpet? Crafty projects in the great room?
The chances are good that memories like these and many of your own with your grandparents are powered or supported by natural gas and oil. Though often little noticed during the special times, energy helps make them happen – as fuels and in the products that bring loved ones and friends together for big occasions as well as small moments. Remembered forever.
Do you recall the anticipation when the grands were on their way? Maybe they were driving in from out of state or flying cross-country for a visit that would last several days. If mom and dad were away, and your grandparents were officially in charge, well then, that promised extra excitement, didn’t it?
There would be cookie and cake baking and grilling hamburgers in the back yard, there would be picnics in the park, outings to museums or maybe a trip to the beach or the mountains – and energy had its role. In the end, what you did or where you went with them didn’t matter as much as forming the bonds and lasting memories of people who loved you and connected you with your family tree.
What did you do when granny and pop-pop got there? Maybe you got on bicycles for a ride through the nearby woods on a smooth, asphalt pathway. (Bet you had no idea people that age could ride a bike.) Back at home, they supervised arts and craft sessions that produced “masterpieces” made with paint, crayons, glue, glitter (lots of glitter), stickers and more. When you were done, grandmommy carefully saved pictures featuring an assortment of stick figures, as well as objects fashioned from pipe cleaners and Popsicle sticks. Treasures all and, again, energy helped.
At bedtime, there were stories from brightly colored books. Granddaddy didn’t know (or didn’t care) that the usual limit was one story per kid. He went on and on, reading tales of puppies, pirates, hot-air balloon rides, zoo animals and fantastic journeys on a magical school bus. You overshot the lights-out time by about 45 minutes, but who was going to tell?
Every day they were there, the fun only grew. The morning they had to go home, you cried a little – comforted by the thought that they’d be back to embark on new adventures as good or better than the ones you just had. That helped you feel better – as did the plastic container full of iced sugar cookies grandma left in the kitchen.
Natural gas and oil: Powering the moments that matter.