Words can not describe the love I have for my Grandpa...he is one of the cutest, sweetest, and most hard working people that I know. The feeling I get when I pull up to their house is something I wish I bottle up and save for later. I remeber how he used to cut my toast in the morning into 6 little squares and the way my grandma always had her large green Tupperware bowl in the counter full of pie dough mix just waiting to be used. I can still see the table set in the evening for breakfast the following morning and my grandmas basket of yarn next to her chair. I remeber watching Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy in the evening when I would sleep over . My cousin taught me how to french braid there with the help of my grandma, it's where I learned how to sew on those little plastic shapes making squares with my yarn. So many of my fondest memories took place in this home. Just the smell alone instantly takes me back to coloring eggs and sneaking raspberries off their bushes. Going home always feels so good!
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Renee
7/15/2017 07:31:37 pm
I miss driving by since we moved. I drove by a couple years ago and could not believe he was still mowing the lawn. They were always the cutest.
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Kelly Hubert
7/15/2017 08:48:53 pm
Your Grandpa is my neighbor. Your description of him is exactly what I think of him too.....cute, sweet and hardworking. He still gets out there in the yard when he can and we always hollar at him and wave.
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11/30/2017 02:34:08 am
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