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| THEY ARE LOVED FOREVER Robert H. Gilbert, Jr. January 3, 2003 |
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| When we lose our Parents, Sisters or Brothers and even Grandparents, they leave us with many wonderful memories as they move on thru our lives. My most wonderful memories are those of my Grandparents. Guess it’s cause I could get away with many things with Grandpa. That’s for sure! But with Granny, she was something else. She would scold me when I did something wrong, but grandpa he would chuckle in the back ground. The thing I disliked the most was those black & white stripped coveralls, white shirt, black bowtie, and boy’s black & white shoes. It seemed every birthday or Christmas, I would get a new set. When we went to church on Wed, Fri, Sat and Sun, that is what I was dressed in. I wonder if people thought that was the only set of clothes I had to wear. I thought so too, but I was only 3 years old. |
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| Granny was a “rummage sale” fanatic. When we went to town, that’s the first place she would have grandpa take her. Only thing she really looked for was different colored plastic belts for her dresses, or so she says. I never knew why she bought so many, she had plenty at home. As I watched her choose a belt, she would look at me and snap the belt together and smile. Granny, I’m a good little boy. |
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