He was the best Grandpa any fresh little kid ever had.
(Scenario: True story) A little kid walks up Grandpa's cellar stairs from the other side of the duplex early on a Sunday morning. Knock, knock on Grandpa's cellar door. No answer. Knock, knock a little louder. Still no answer. "Grandpa, it's me, Billy." No answer. The kid bends down and looks through the keyhole. (A little louder) "Grandpa, it's me, Billy, and I can see you through the keyhole. I've brought my egg and I came to have breakfast with you." After a short delay Grandpa opens the door, Billy goes in, and Grandpa makes tea, toast and a soft-boiled egg for each of them. This scene was repeated dozens and dozens of times. No change in the monologue, no changes in the sequence. Always the same. What a worderful memory for a fresh little kid - Me.
Burial in Thompson/Sherwood plot on East St.
He was the best Grandpa any fresh little kid ever had.
(Scenario: True story) A little kid walks up Grandpa's cellar stairs from the other side of the duplex early on a Sunday morning. Knock, knock on Grandpa's cellar door. No answer. Knock, knock a little louder. Still no answer. "Grandpa, it's me, Billy." No answer. The kid bends down and looks through the keyhole. (A little louder) "Grandpa, it's me, Billy, and I can see you through the keyhole. I've brought my egg and I came to have breakfast with you." After a short delay Grandpa opens the door, Billy goes in, and Grandpa makes tea, toast and a soft-boiled egg for each of them. This scene was repeated dozens and dozens of times. No change in the monologue, no changes in the sequence. Always the same. What a worderful memory for a fresh little kid - Me.
Burial in Thompson/Sherwood plot on East St.
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