Lisa’s mother reached in her deep dress pockets and pulled out the two tin cans. She sat down with Lisa in the sandbox. Lisa giggled and took one of the cans. The kids who deserted her were beginning to watch attentively as Lisa and her mother made tin can castles in the sandbox.  They were beautiful sand sculptures. 

It was late afternoon and the sun was setting. Lisa and her mother left the playground. The kids waited until they were back on their front porch before they all ran back to the sandbox and began to destroy the sandcastle. Lisa saw them and cried more.   Her mother picked her up like a baby. Kissed her forehead and told her that they would make another one the next day. Lisa stopped crying. Her mother put her down. Momentarily she stood and stared at the kids before she followed her mother into the house.

In the background of the sandlot; once a flourishing lawn was a vacant house was where Ms. Num and her grandson lived .He was eight years old, the same age as Lisa, but they had never met. By the time Lisa’s mother and grandmother moved in the neighborhood, Mrs. Num was long gone. No one really knew if Ms. Num died in that house or if her relatives came and got her and her grandson... Every night, a faint light could be seen in the living room window and a lady and a blonde haired boy could be seen standing in the window looking out at the playground. It was said that the boy had the same problem as Lisa it was told. He never had any friends. In that time frame, some of the people would say that Mrs. Num and her grandson were strange. They believed they had powers no one else had. 

After dinner, Lisa had her bath. She wanted to sit on the front porch and see how many stars she could count before she got sleepy. It was a counting contest, she and her mother enjoyed, besides it helped Lisa in school... After thirty-five counts, Lisa stopped counting and began to focus on the light in the window from Mrs. Num’s house. She told her mother and her mother looked and saw nothing. Lisa saw a boy waving at her. She waved back. Excitedly, she shouted, “Mommy, mommy! I saw the new neighbor. He waved at me! I do have a friend after all”! Her mother looked across the street and did see a faint light in the living room window. She didn’t see the boy. She wanted to get a closer look. She picked up Lisa and put her on her back. The closer she got to the vacant house, the brighter the light became. Her mother stepped up on the porch with Lisa still on her back. What she saw was amazing. The living room was decorated in period furniture from the thirties. She saw a little blonde haired boy on Mrs. Num’s back, just like she would carry Lisa sometimes. The door opened. Lisa’s mother slowly walked in. The door closed. She and Lisa were speechless. A woman in a white dress floated across the floor and introduced herself. “Hello neighbors. I am Mrs. Num. My grandson and I see you and Lisa every day. “We see how terrible the kids treat her. Was she born without legs and one arm”?

Lisa’s mother was captivated by her awesome beauty. She stumbled as she replied back. “Ah, well, you see, actually yes, yes she was. I put on her legs so she can walk in school and at the playground. Her arm never developed. She is pretty good with her left arm in almost everything”.

Mrs. Num reached around and placed her grandson on the floor. To Lisa and her mother’s surprise, the little boy had one leg and one arm. Lisa waved at him and he waved back. For that brief moment in time, Lisa and her mother were introduced into the spirit world. Lisa never cried again nor did she visit the playground again. In the backyard was a beautiful playground that had been built for Mrs. Num’s grandson, complete with a small goldfish pond. Neighbors would report to the police that a little blonde haired boy with one arm and one leg would be in the backyard late at night. The police knew that the woman, Mrs. Num and her grandson died in her home from pneumonia. Mrs. Num had one family member who never sold her home. He kept it up as best he could until he died. It remained vacant until that very special night, right ones walked in.

One year later, Lisa’s mother purchased the vacant home from the sale of her home. She had it restored and kept all the period furniture that belonged to Mrs. Num, including her grandson’s room and toys. Lisa’s room was right next to his.

Many years later, the kids from the playground tell their parents that just as the sun begins to set, a light can be seen in the living room. They say they see two women, one dressed in a white dress and a boy with blonde hair who holds the hand of a little girl stand and look at the kids as they leave the playground. The little girl holds a plate of cookies in her hand as she smiles at them pass by.

No matter how badly people treat other people, somewhere in the universe, someone is waiting to be a friend.

From:

My grams story Journal,

C. 1965 Gwen Evans

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My Grams Bedtime Stories.

C. April 1965

 Gwen (Gigi) Adams

Gwendolyn is a freelance writer,novice producer and 64 year old mother of two adult children and grandmother of 6. Her first play, Jobleen A Woman Of Strength was written from her fourth published book with Author House (the same title). Gwendolyn is a playwright and scriptwriter. Her favorite hobbies are abstract oil paintings and making creative farmable poetry for children and adults with earth elements.flowers and etc.

My grandmother gave me so much in my life. She was a wonderful woman, funny and always laughing. She would tell me and my five siblings that laughter was a very special gift we could give to anyone for free. I have so many stories in my journal, from her. This story,”The Lady in the Window”, is one of the fifty stories I wrote in my journal as a child and teenager. I wanted to share my stories on the Oma Grandmother Stories website.

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Eight year old Lisa had no friends. She was the only child of a broken home. It was her mother and her grandmother, until her grandmother passed away.  Lisa’s father deserted her and her mother when she was six months old. She was a lonely child with no friends. The kids in the neighborhood would not play with her on the play ground.  Every day, she would walk across the street after she got home from school; she would go home, change into her play clothes and go to the playground, bearing a gift for all the kids there.  She would smile at everyone, and greet them with cookies her mother had baked for her. The kids ran to her and took the cookies. The moment the cookies were gone, the kids deserted the playground, and left her alone. One of the kids pushed her down on the ground and made fun of her appearance. She was a special child, loving and lonely. All she wanted was to play and have fun with the normal kids.

In tears, she watched the kids run across the street to a sandlot. She sat alone on the edge of the sandbox crying. In the background she could her some of the kids call her names still.  Her mother saw how badly the kids treated her as she watched from her front porch. She grabbed two tin cans she used to water her front porch plants from a ledge on the porch and pushed them down in her dress pockets. She walked over to her, wiped her tears and sang to her. Eventually Lisa sang along with her, laughing as she sang. They danced around barefoot in the sandbox and sang “ring around the roses, a pocket full of posies, one two, three”, and they would fall down in the sandbox laughing. The kids watched from the distance as Lisa and her mother enjoyed the fun.

 Lisa’s mother reached in her deep dress pockets and pulled out the two tin cans. She sat down with Lisa in the sandbox. Lisa giggled and took one of the cans. The kids who deserted her were beginning to watch attentively as Lisa and her mother made tin can castles in the sandbox.  They were beautiful sand sculptures. 

It was late afternoon and the sun was setting. Lisa and her mother left the playground. The kids waited until they were back on their front porch before they all ran back to the sandbox and began to destroy the sandcastle. Lisa saw them and cried more.   Her mother picked her up like a baby. Kissed her forehead and told her that they would make another one the next day. Lisa stopped crying. Her mother put her down. Momentarily she stood and stared at the kids before she followed her mother into the house.

In the background of the sandlot; once a flourishing lawn was a vacant house was where Ms. Num and her grandson lived .He was eight years old, the same age as Lisa, but they had never met. By the time Lisa’s mother and grandmother moved in the neighborhood, Mrs. Num was long gone. No one really knew if Ms. Num died in that house or if her relatives came and got her and her grandson... Every night, a faint light could be seen in the living room window and a lady and a blonde haired boy could be seen standing in the window looking out at the playground. It was said that the boy had the same problem as Lisa it was told. He never had any friends. In that time frame, some of the people would say that Mrs. Num and her grandson were strange. They believed they had powers no one else had. 

After dinner, Lisa had her bath. She wanted to sit on the front porch and see how many stars she could count before she got sleepy. It was a counting contest, she and her mother enjoyed, besides it helped Lisa in school... After thirty-five counts, Lisa stopped counting and began to focus on the light in the window from Mrs. Num’s house. She told her mother and her mother looked and saw nothing. Lisa saw a boy waving at her. She waved back. Excitedly, she shouted, “Mommy, mommy! I saw the new neighbor. He waved at me! I do have a friend after all”! Her mother looked across the street and did see a faint light in the living room window. She didn’t see the boy. She wanted to get a closer look. She picked up Lisa and put her on her back. The closer she got to the vacant house, the brighter the light became. Her mother stepped up on the porch with Lisa still on her back. What she saw was amazing. The living room was decorated in period furniture from the thirties. She saw a little blonde haired boy on Mrs. Num’s back, just like she would carry Lisa sometimes. The door opened. Lisa’s mother slowly walked in. The door closed. She and Lisa were speechless. A woman in a white dress floated across the floor and introduced herself. “Hello neighbors. I am Mrs. Num. My grandson and I see you and Lisa every day. “We see how terrible the kids treat her. Was she born without legs and one arm”?

Lisa’s mother was captivated by her awesome beauty. She stumbled as she replied back. “Ah, well, you see, actually yes, yes she was. I put on her legs so she can walk in school and at the playground. Her arm never developed. She is pretty good with her left arm in almost everything”.

Mrs. Num reached around and placed her grandson on the floor. To Lisa and her mother’s surprise, the little boy had one leg and one arm. Lisa waved at him and he waved back. For that brief moment in time, Lisa and her mother were introduced into the spirit world. Lisa never cried again nor did she visit the playground again. In the backyard was a beautiful playground that had been built for Mrs. Num’s grandson, complete with a small goldfish pond. Neighbors would report to the police that a little blonde haired boy with one arm and one leg would be in the backyard late at night. The police knew that the woman, Mrs. Num and her grandson died in her home from pneumonia. Mrs. Num had one family member who never sold her home. He kept it up as best he could until he died. It remained vacant until that very special night, right ones walked in.

One year later, Lisa’s mother purchased the vacant home from the sale of her home. She had it restored and kept all the period furniture that belonged to Mrs. Num, including her grandson’s room and toys. Lisa’s room was right next to his.

Many years later, the kids from the playground tell their parents that just as the sun begins to set, a light can be seen in the living room. They say they see two women, one dressed in a white dress and a boy with blonde hair who holds the hand of a little girl stand and look at the kids as they leave the playground. The little girl holds a plate of cookies in her hand as she smiles at them pass by.

No matter how badly people treat other people, somewhere in the universe, someone is waiting to be a friend.

From:

My grams story Journal,

C. 1965 Gwen Evans

.