One more ride wih Grampa John
The saying for the day: Sometimes two experts are the problem not the solution.
I wanted to share a little more about my grandfather John.
He and my Grandfather James along with my dad built the house I grew up in.
The family story is that after the foundation was laid Grampa James came and laid out the house .
In the afternoon Grampa John came and tore out everything James had done and did it his way.
Between the two of them (both expert carpenters) we got a house where the only room for the steps to the upstairs (my room and Dawn’s room) was so limited that they could only build very steep stairs.
I hated those stairs.
As Grampa John got older his vision got poorer .
My parents used to have either my sister or me to ride back to town with him.
Our job was to watch for cars coming from the side before he pulled out onto the main road.
If one was coming we had to say in Finnish “no cars coming” which was something like “ei guttodohlo” but I tried using a Finnish translator and I know that isn’t right but it sounded like that.
It made my sister Dawn very nervous.
News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my garage where the trains still run and dragons fly free– If there was anyone in Pigeon Falls that possessed the least
bit of couth they wouldn’t be found at a hunting camp. No , the people who go to hunting camps sit around enjoying stories that are not in any way significant. There are no phones allowed at hunting camp not even the cordless kind. They would have to come to town and get the sheriff from the jail (if we had a sheriff or a jail) if anything went wrong. And something could go wrong. One could slip and fall on the squishy stuff that falls on the ground when you gut a deer. One of the hunters fell like that in 1989 and missed a trip to Hawaii. He was stuck in his studio apartment not too silently contemplating his broken leg. There he had a sort of peace but wished he was on the beach watching a pretty girl in a bikini. He still filled his belly with enough beer to keep the local liquor store in business. Some day he promises he will go diving in Hawaii. If his hunting practices had been any good it never would have happened. But he forgets all that at Serra’s hunting camp. Lots of good stories at the Pigeon Falls camps.
Nancy says she gets to hear some of those stories when the season is over and they stop in for a cup of coffee and a saffron bun . She could write a book .
Tommy didn’t go hunting . He says he doesn’t like to kill things. He would rather take pictures of deer than shoot at them. Mrs. Trumble on the other hand has a deer licensee and intends to get a buck or a dragon.
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The day hasn't started well. My original link had a period in the wrong place. That is now fixed.
I am racing against the movers because once they come I have no internet connection. That means I may not blog again until tomorrow night when I get to my son's. The new house won't have a connection until next week. It is chaos here as we help Pennie move her stuff and she has too much stuff. I like Cindra Jo's contest but have no time so I worked the words into today's Pigeon Falls just for fun. Well , now I need my morning brreathing teatment.