The drive to town is not a long one; the anticipation of fresh home baked

goods keeps me content. Pulling in the

driveway seeing the red cabin with the lake front view. The colorful

garden in the middle of the freshly cut grass,

this is my grandparents pay off to hard work. To walk inside the house is

going to my favorite place, its always

happy and something is always going on.

 

My grandma is in the kitchen of the small cabin with her little apron

baking away goodies for the day. Grandpa

sitting in his old recliner watching the TV with an amazing view of the

green front lawn leading into the lake. The kids

all playing games in the yard, everybody is doing something.

 

The fire pit is where most of the activities go on. Grandpa employs my

 

help to get the old rusty wagon to go get

firewood with him. Around the fire, he would tell stories about old times

in the war and growing up. The looks on his

face would light up and he would almost burn his marshmallow. The days

of summer pass by and still he sat on his

chair, looking out on the lake and noticing changes around him. If ever

someone needed advice, he was the one to

go to. His years of experience showed with all the knowledge and wisdom

he shared with me.

 From a little town on the Missouri he grew up, fishing was his passion as

a young child until his much later years.

My grandfather and I were the same height. He was bald but still never

missed a haircut. He always was a big sports

fan and always wore his red and silver-sleeved Rose Bowl jacket and

always had his handkerchief.

Growing up with him, hearing of his experiences was a good learing

envoriment for me to grow up in. I will miss him

very much and never forget anything about him.