Spunk

So after a half hour or so of writer’s block on what I should write about in my newest post I decided to break down and use a Random Topic Generator for my blog. It was actually quite cool! Anyhow, the topic I was given was “A Word that Means Something to You”. 

This reminds me of a conversation I had with a few other students in the third grade. One of the boys posed the question “What is your favorite word?” I then countered with the question of whether he meant how it sounded or what it meant. My answers? Spittoon if for how it sounded and love if for what it meant. Today I think I might choose ambidextrous for how it sounds and spirited for what it means…

But as for a word that truly means something to me, a large one comes to mind; spunk. And I mean large in meaning, not in length! 

My grandma on my mom’s side, affectionately known as Grandma Gum Gum, or in the case of lisping cousins at one time Damna Dumb Dumb, has always been described as spunky, or a spitfire. She died when I was 18 months old but with a family as large as mine, I’ve gotten to know her, in a way, through every story told at a loud family party or talking with the aunts. Ever since I was little, the word spunk has been associated with her. And because I respect her so much, it’s been a goal of mine to be spunky as well. I don’t really think that I am but the stories and memories are still so inspiring!

From stealing the money from her parent’s store to buy a radio, to buying cakes from a bakery on her school’s charge account to be delivered at the back door. From beating up the neighborhood bully to defying the nuns in Catholic school. From biking across Europe to raising 12 children. Every story is full of character! 

She was beautiful, loving, strong, unique, and so many other things. But in my mind, SPUNKY will always stand out! I may not be the spitfire she was, but we share blood, so I can only hope we share a few of her wonderful qualities. ❤

And spunk will always bring a thousand other words to mind for me.Image

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