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Essay

I received a letter in the mail about my Granddaughter Amanda from her 5th grade teacher. I want to share the contents of this letter with ever one. Amanda’s 5th grade teacher wrote, our 5th grade class wrote essays about some one that each of us loves in a very special way. You have dramatically impacted a 5th grader. A copy of the essay that she wrote about you is enclosed.
Please know you are loved and it is evident that you have shared your life with this child. Thank you for the impact you have on her life!!

Sincerely,
Amanda’s 5th grade Teacher.

Amanda’s Essay:

Every one knows someone that is important to them. The three reasons I love my Grandfather are he goes fishing with me, sings karaoke with me, and he is really funny. I love my Grandpa so, so, so much!

The first reason I love my Grandpa is that he goes fishing with me. My Grandpa is the one who taught me how to fish. It was a whole lot of fun learning how. One time he cooked the fish we caught. It tasty so fished! One or two times we scaled the fish. The fish were all slimy and gooey.

The second reason I love my Grandpa is he sings karaoke with me. About two years ago he taught me how to keep my beat. “Just keep on tapping your foot!” he says. My Grandpa also taught me how to play the guitar. The first song he taught me went like this, “Everybody’s gonna have religion and glory, everybody’s going to be singing that story, everybody going to have a wonderful time up there. One time we wrote a song with “Grandma” on their way to there house in Tennessee. Last year we recorded it on a tape.

The third thing I love about my Grandpa is he is very funny. He is always making jokes. One time I asked what his first car was. He said it was a horse and buggy! Ha! Ha! Some times we go and catch lighting bugs. At lease he tries to catch the lighting bugs. My Grandpa has such a cool accent. He sounds like a true Tennessee Volunteer.

Every one knows some one important to them. The three important reasons I love my Grandpa are he is so funny, he loves to fish, and he is good at karaoke. My Grandpa is the best! “I love you!

Love,

Amanda.

The Old Man Says, “In life there are few things more rewarding than realizing that the ones you hold special can do things that make you understand just how important you are in their eyes. Take a minute and let those around you know how much you love them by just spending time doing the things you enjoy. It is very amazing to receive their love back in such a rewarding way”!

“Thank you Amanda for remembering your Grandpa! I love you”!

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Striping Bark!

I was staying with my grandparents some years ago.

One day I asked my Grandfather if I could go to work with him. I wanted to make some money. He said skinning poles was a hard job. The next day we were off to the woods and I was thinking about how much money I was going to make. Back then they paid fifty cents a tree to trim the limbs off and skin the bark off. On the way to the woods I was thinking, removing the bark from the trunk of a tree could not be that hard to do. My grandfather’s son worked as a logger. He would cut the trees down. Our job was to trim the branches off with an axe. After you do that you take another tool and slice the bark off, sounds easy enough. The tool looks like a hoe with the end straightened out and sharpened on one side. My Grandfather handed me an axe and the tool for skinning. He showed me how to trim the limbs off and skin the tree. And now it’s my turn. I jumped up on that big pine tree with axe in hand. I started trimming the limbs off I was huffing and puffing, I told my Grandpa I’m not big enough to cut the big limbs off, He started laughing and he helped me, “thank God”. I was now on my way to skinning the bark off watching my Grandfather it looked easy enough, to remove the bark off the tree you slip the edge of the blade under the bark and push on the pole, the bark will slices off, if you have enough muscle behind it. As the day passed on, I remember what Grandpa had said the day before – skinning poles was hard work, next time I will have “both ears” open. It was interesting to watch the horses pull the logs. After the man hooks up the chains to the log and does the click, click thing with his mouth, the horse starts moving, it is a site to see the muscles on the horse bulging as the log is being dragged out of the woods to be loaded on to the logging truck. I was amazed on how they cut the trees down. They used cross cut saws and a lot of elbow “grease. After a long day’s work I was exhausted. It was a fun day working and talking to my Grandfather and Uncle. I trimmed and removed the bark from two pine trees with a lot of help from Grandpa. I made “one dollar”. Yipeeeeeeee. The good thing about it was I had enough money to go to the movies ten times, or five times and spend the rest on goodies. Ha.

A word of advice from “the old man says” Take a “minute” think about what you are planning to do before you do it.

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Tomatoes’

One day my Father and I was on the way home we stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner he was going to get some tomatoes, standing there, Dad picked up several and smelled them. I asked Dad why are you smelling the tomatoes that’s when he told me the story about how you know when you have found a good

Red Tomato

Red Tomato

one. When he was a boy and they grew tomatoes on the farm you get used to the small of tomatoes. Besides if you wonted to eat one you pull the knife out and cut it open or just take a big bite out of it, and have the salt ready it’s so good and juicy. The smell stays with you a long ………………… time. As we stood there and dad checking the tomatoes, I got involved, I picked up a few, I notice these bruises on three or four. I asked dad what caused the bruises he laughed and said some ones” big thumb” he said some people don’t know if its ripe enough so they mash it with there thumb, and it bruises the tomato, and they still don’t know if its ripe. When people come in and checking the tomatoes guess what they don’t buy, the ones bruised. And then the owner of the store has to through them away, what a waste. So when you smell the tomato and it smells like a tomato and its bright red in color it will be ripe. “OK Dad!”, I got it. Thanks.

I learned something today.

So when you go to the market and you see someone with a big thumb bruising the tomatoes and “you have a minute” maybe you could show them how to tell a good tomato.

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