I asked several members of my family to email or phone me with stories that included my grandpa at all stages of life. My cousin Kate emailed me with this story:
I remember going fishing with Grandpa at Eureka Lake. I would never bait the hooks. That was Grandpa’s job. He would also cast the line. I can remember it raining and learning that it is good to fish in the rain. After I caught the same small fish 24 times we made our way home.
But instead of going home we went to Baskin Robbins. I was feeling adventurous that day and decided to get two scoops of Rocky Road (on Grandpa’s suggestion) in a cone. By the end of that ice cream cone I had it all down the front of my shirt. Grandpa told me not to show Grandma when I got home. So I walked in the house sideways and ran to the bathroom to throw the shirt down the clothes shoot so Grandma wouldn’t see.
Too bad, Grandma did the laundry.
(Posted on July 28, 2007 at 8:58 a.m. CST)




