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         On  any church night, I would get a scrubbing in the tub and dressed in
          my coveralls.
          Granny wearing a dress with a plastic belt on.
          As soon as we get out of the car at church, she grabbed my hand. 
          Guess she thought I might fall, but I could walk just fine.
          She would put me on the inside of her as we sat down on a church bench.
            
          As the congregation said “Amen”, I would too.
          When they sang a hymn, I would sing  “Aint Nothing But a Hound Dog”.
          Granny would scold me, like it was suppose to scare me?
          Give me a break, I’m only 3.
            I finally talked her into letting me go sit by grandpa, he was a Deacon in
           the Church.
           I could look out and see everyone, I would smile and think, “Hey, ya’ll look
           at me”.
           I would look at grandpa’s bible and pretended I was reading it too.
           The preacher began his sermon and became so intense with his preaching,
            he would slam his bible down on the alter.
           Well I would grab grandpa’s bible and run to the alter and slam it down too
           and  say, “Amen”.
           Everyone forgot about the preacher as they were hysterically laughing at me,
           all but granny.
        She’d come and get me and we would head to the front door.
         Outside, She started scolding me real bad. 
         I would start crying and yelling out loud.
         Although that plastic belt did not hurt,. I sure was not gonna tell granny that.
    
         As we went back in, people turned and look at us, I would be smiling.
         Those were the days.
         When I was old enough to leave town, I always returned as soon as I could to
         see  my grandparents.
         They were always there.
        But one day  when I came back to town , I realized they were no longer there.

         Thru their wonderful memories they left me, they will always be there.
         Whenever I am sad or lonesome or no one to talk to, I think of them and I
         am smiling at the world once more.