Skip to comments.I Miss my Grandfather
Posted on 08/04/2012 8:49:38 PM PDT by Steve Newton
Sometimes I really miss my Grandfather. Do you?
“My B-I-Laws Father spoke of meeting President Reagan for the rest of his Life. He was an accomplished fellow himself, but his meeting and talking to the President was the icing on the cake.”
What an honor that would be!
“I would have given a Kidney to be in his position at the time.”
Indeed. Wonderful story, thanks!
The idiot running the show today is nothing but an embarrassment, a very dangerous embarrassment. When I see people swallowing his verbal gruel day in and day out, it just sickens me.
How such a phony, lying, narcissistic ne'er do well has achieved such a following in a Nation that embraced a true Patriot like President Reagan simply boggles the mind.
I miss my father, gone too soon from brain cancer.
I miss President Reagan and his ideals, as well. He and my dad had a lot in common. My dad was a teacher that lead with humor, strength and moral conviction.
He and my mother instilled the virtues that made me a conservative to this day.
Nice post, Steve. Thank you.
My maternal gfather died of stomach cancer about 13 years before I was born so I never knew him.
My paternal gfather, I called "Papa" because that's what my gmother called him. I always insisted I sit next to him at the large farm kitchen table in their large Victorian house on an acreage on the edge of a small town. It was during the war and my father was away. My gmother cooked on an enormous iron stove.
I loved him and followed him to milk the cow in the small barn with garage attached. He sat on a 3-legged milking stool, and that was the oddest thing to me.
He died in 1946 of a heart attack in July when it's probably always hot there. He had been to the farm doing a chore, came home and was stricken. In those days, no paramedics, no hospital. Just the doctor who could do very little. Imagine today compared to that. Lost my father at the same age of the same thing, again, a few years later, he might have lived longer because of the new procedures. He laid on the daybed next to the dining room windows and died 2 weeks later. We went for a last visit, and I remember him lying on there, and that was the first time I had ever seen a urinal. My gmother, of course, cared for him.
After he died, I remember him laid out in a coffin in the parlor. My gmother was trying to carry on normally didn't want us to make any noise. I wanted to play the piano at his feet but she wouldn't let me that time. I didn't go to his funeral. You see no faults in people you love. And nobody can love unconditionally quite like a child can. But my dad's cousin, his nephew, I think there was some bad blood between them. He told me my grandfather had a terrible temper and beat his horses.
I have never forgotten my "Papa" and now grieve for him all these years later.
My grandfather on the home place in late 1800's as a young man. He's in the back row on the far right (I think). I don't know who some brothers are in the photo. That farm has long since been sold out of the family but I love the way the house was.
I miss and love my Grandpa all the time. My Grandparents took us in when they didn’t have to and always loved us, even though we went through quite a time of rebellion. He had/has the bluest eyes, that still shine in my heart after all of these years. As I type this, my eyes well up with tears.
He sounds like Red Skelton. That ys a compliment, i am not trying to be funny.
Not really. One died when I was very little. The other died in 1936.
Sometimes you get thrown curve balls. You learn to hit them.
Amen and well said
Your very welcome
We well see them all again soon
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