Kelley (Texas)
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Hot outside, no bugs to be found for doing a macro photo, got tired of teasing Debbie, dog sleeping on the forbidden couch, so I decided to investigate a few boxes of old things that have been in the family forever!
I came across these old eyeglasses that belonged to my Grandmother Gross. Grandmother Gross was a special lady to me when I was a young boy. She always supported my love of horses...knitted a bed spread with a horse on it for my birthday one year, gave me a photo of three Kentucky Derby winners for Christmas when I was eight years old. I still have the photo and it is hanging on the wall beside my computer...I will always treasure it.
I remember the time that she saved my hide when my Grandfather and Father were about to inflict great pain on my bottom for a joke that I had played on them. They were up on a ladder, tearing down the old hay barn when I yelled "snake." It is common to find a snake or two living in the hay stored in a barn. Both my Grandfather and Father were on the same ladder, with Grandfather at the top of the ladder. Grandfather was deathly afraid of snakes, so when I yelled "snake" he instantly started down the ladder, stepping on my Father's hands and almost knocking my Father off the ladder. I felt instant terror...I did not expect this type of reaction and knew I was in some big trouble. In a flash, I headed for the house, terrified thinking about what fate awaited me when they caught me. Thank goodness, Grandmother was on the back porch, laughing her head off at the antics displayed by my Grandfather and Father. She told them that I was just a boy, doing what boys do at times. Grandfather finally settled down and had a good laugh...my Father laughed too, but he gave me that "wait until later" look as he looked at his swollen hands. Naturally, I played the act and told them how sorry that I was for doing it, but inside, I was laughing to my heart's content, it was kinda funny watching them come down that ladder. A few weeks later, it was pay back time when my Father gave me a few extra licks on my bottom as punishment for putting a dead fish in Mr. Snyder's mail box when they were on vacation.
I was born at my Grandparent's house, and Grandmother Gross helped the doctor to deliver me. She always referred to the room that I was born in as "Freddy's room." I loved my Grandmother dearly, and still remember the day that she got ill and was taken to the hospital. Down deep inside me, I knew she would not be coming home! There is a special place in my heart that is devoted to her, I really loved her! Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
I came across these old eyeglasses that belonged to my Grandmother Gross. Grandmother Gross was a special lady to me when I was a young boy. She always supported my love of horses...knitted a bed spread with a horse on it for my birthday one year, gave me a photo of three Kentucky Derby winners for Christmas when I was eight years old. I still have the photo and it is hanging on the wall beside my computer...I will always treasure it.
I remember the time that she saved my hide when my Grandfather and Father were about to inflict great pain on my bottom for a joke that I had played on them. They were up on a ladder, tearing down the old hay barn when I yelled "snake." It is common to find a snake or two living in the hay stored in a barn. Both my Grandfather and Father were on the same ladder, with Grandfather at the top of the ladder. Grandfather was deathly afraid of snakes, so when I yelled "snake" he instantly started down the ladder, stepping on my Father's hands and almost knocking my Father off the ladder. I felt instant terror...I did not expect this type of reaction and knew I was in some big trouble. In a flash, I headed for the house, terrified thinking about what fate awaited me when they caught me. Thank goodness, Grandmother was on the back porch, laughing her head off at the antics displayed by my Grandfather and Father. She told them that I was just a boy, doing what boys do at times. Grandfather finally settled down and had a good laugh...my Father laughed too, but he gave me that "wait until later" look as he looked at his swollen hands. Naturally, I played the act and told them how sorry that I was for doing it, but inside, I was laughing to my heart's content, it was kinda funny watching them come down that ladder. A few weeks later, it was pay back time when my Father gave me a few extra licks on my bottom as punishment for putting a dead fish in Mr. Snyder's mail box when they were on vacation.
I was born at my Grandparent's house, and Grandmother Gross helped the doctor to deliver me. She always referred to the room that I was born in as "Freddy's room." I loved my Grandmother dearly, and still remember the day that she got ill and was taken to the hospital. Down deep inside me, I knew she would not be coming home! There is a special place in my heart that is devoted to her, I really loved her! Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
Dead fish in a mailbox huh? guess it musta been like an open tin of oysters under the back seat in my dad's car Eeeeeeewwwwwww! 
