Deflection

It was a dark day today, fitting for this time of the year, with overcast skies, the wind blowing, and the temperatures in the 30s

I am going to type a story that my grandfather enjoyed telling, but not necessarily on his birthday. This story does reflect the Walton personalities of the time. And, I am going to tell it using some of his own words.

Grandpa was in in grade school, and his mother told him to go around up the kids neighborhood and them to come over and play with him at their house for his birthday. After a while, his mother asked all of the kids to come in for birthday pie, even my dad would prefer pie over cake on his birthday. The kids all sang happy birthday to him. Then is mother gave him a big knife to cut the pie for everyone. His words, “as I put the point of the knife into the pie, a cloud of flour came pouring out of the pie. As tears welled up in my eyes, my mom brought out a pie with the cook fruit inside of it.”

My great grandmother died when I was around five years old and I can still remember her. She was lots of fun, and she always had firecrackers that she was sitting off, since they were legal in the state of Illinois at the time. But, when great grandma and grandpa were together, they were alway up to something humorous. She was a Frew, and they always stated that her fun streak came from her nationality. Even up to my grandfather’s death, he would have fun whenever the mods struck him. After he past away, I would think about him almost everyday. Although I no longer think about him everyday, I do live my his values that he instilled into me. I guess that living the family values is what life is all about.

Roger