03-19-2007, 03:34 PM
One of my grandfathers was of the 'children should be seen and not heard' school of thought. Hence, I have very little recollection of him at all, since he died when I was ten. I always escaped outside when the family visited them, and wandered the farm. He probably liked me a lot more for that than he would have had I stayed indoors. :rolleyes:
My other grandfather, however, liked kids. I 'drove' his tractor during the haying as a toddler by clinging to the steering wheel from his lap. I cut my feet on the teeth of the conveyor belt that took the hay bales up to the loft of the barn, as I snuck rides up there on it. I climbed fences, teased the cattle, raided the pea patch, snuck berries from the berry patch, you name it. He sang Hank Williams songs to me. :wub: He never told me one fib - it was ALL the truth ! ;) And, bless his heart, to the day he died, he was certain that my husband wasn't good enough for me. :lol:
My other grandfather, however, liked kids. I 'drove' his tractor during the haying as a toddler by clinging to the steering wheel from his lap. I cut my feet on the teeth of the conveyor belt that took the hay bales up to the loft of the barn, as I snuck rides up there on it. I climbed fences, teased the cattle, raided the pea patch, snuck berries from the berry patch, you name it. He sang Hank Williams songs to me. :wub: He never told me one fib - it was ALL the truth ! ;) And, bless his heart, to the day he died, he was certain that my husband wasn't good enough for me. :lol:
And you may call it righteousness
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake