Grandpa had a garden so big it was half the entire lot – bigger than the lawn and the footprint of the house.
Grandpa’s cellar was lined with jars of yellow beans, green beans, orange carrots, red tomatoes, and burgundy tomato sauces and pastes.
Grandpa made toy tops for us out of a dowel and a wooden spool from sewing thread.
Grandpa could peel an apple in one long unbroken ribbon.
Grandpa had a secret mysterious life hidden from us ‘out at the farm’ where he raised hunting dogs and from where he lead goose and duck hunting trips.
Grandpa was the cook in the household and made elaborate meals centered around savory roasts or stuffed turkeys or chickens.
Grandpa did not go to church with Grandma and the rest of the family, but stayed home and cooked Sunday dinner.
Grandpa wore suspenders.
Grandpa’s tiger lilies were taller than we were and we played under them.
We were too young to go to Grandpa’s funeral. We stayed at Edna’s house and made paper dolls from the Sears Roebuck catalog.