Grandpa showed up in the early afternoon to visit Hope and Bill and discuss farming. They never seemed pleased to see him. Grandma would head for the house and Grandpa would head for the milk house. I don't know what they talked about, but they pointed at different fields. Grandpa seemed to know a lot about fertilizer, seeds, and horses. Bill hated horses. They never stayed 'til dark because Grandpa didn't trust the lights on the '37 Ford and Croswell was a country far away without a license to get there. When Grandpa started his car he held the accelerator to the floor. As the car filled up with blue smoke, He would slowly ease the clutch out, partially. He was slow to embrace technology. The Ford garage in Croswell had an engine in stock for him and would install a new one every year. We kids stood as close as we could waving goodbye, hoping he would come back. Hope and Bill would return to their tasks.
- Mike
Mike..
ReplyDeleteI loved the story it is so clear... the voice of the past told by someone who really knows things we don't know..thanks love Erin
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