daily gratitude list 11.27.22: "Sometimes, I feel like I learned everything I needed to know in my grandfather’s basement. He taught me how to hunt, fish, tell jokes, roll cigarettes, play blackjack, play poker, get away with minor misstatements, and how to love alcoholics. I guess that last one was a lesson someone thought I would need eventually."
Thank you very much--that’s very kind. Also, its pretty easy to write about him--let’s just say there’s a lot of material to work with! But thanks so much!
Before Mike and I married, the pastor asked us separately when did we know we wanted to marry the other. What did it? He told us the answer at the actual ceremony. On one of our early dates we were browsing in a thrift store. As we picked up a relic here and there, we each told stories about our grandparents and their important influence in our lives. Mike told me stories of hunting with his grandfather. And he noted how I spoke respectfully with kindness and attention to the grandfatherly shopkeeper and his wife. We love these kinds of stories.
So it should be no surprise that I had to read this one aloud as we drank coffee this morning. So much beauty in these remembrances and stories. What an amazing, imperfect man who left a legacy of loving the unloveable. That’s worth more than any inheritance. Well, except maybe a Swiss Army knife.
Good write. Brings back good memories and a gentle reminder to make those memories with our kids and grandkids. Your descriptive words is a style I like and plan to carry onto a novel I am almost finished with. Thanks.
I love this post. It's wonderful in every way. That photograph of you both, near the top. The story of the injury. How you've written about his precious gift of the knife. Goosepimpling and beautiful. Thank you so much for telling this story.
Thank you so much!! That is the actual photograph of that day and I keep it by my bed, the knife is in the drawer below, I keep it handy because one never knows when one will need it!
Thank you very much--that’s very kind. Also, its pretty easy to write about him--let’s just say there’s a lot of material to work with! But thanks so much!
Before Mike and I married, the pastor asked us separately when did we know we wanted to marry the other. What did it? He told us the answer at the actual ceremony. On one of our early dates we were browsing in a thrift store. As we picked up a relic here and there, we each told stories about our grandparents and their important influence in our lives. Mike told me stories of hunting with his grandfather. And he noted how I spoke respectfully with kindness and attention to the grandfatherly shopkeeper and his wife. We love these kinds of stories.
So it should be no surprise that I had to read this one aloud as we drank coffee this morning. So much beauty in these remembrances and stories. What an amazing, imperfect man who left a legacy of loving the unloveable. That’s worth more than any inheritance. Well, except maybe a Swiss Army knife.
Wow, Holly.
What a lovely thing to share----thank you so much--like everything else you write, even your comments are beautiful!
Good write. Brings back good memories and a gentle reminder to make those memories with our kids and grandkids. Your descriptive words is a style I like and plan to carry onto a novel I am almost finished with. Thanks.
Thank you very much--and it was really lovely to get to re-visit those times.
I love this post. It's wonderful in every way. That photograph of you both, near the top. The story of the injury. How you've written about his precious gift of the knife. Goosepimpling and beautiful. Thank you so much for telling this story.
Thank you so much!! That is the actual photograph of that day and I keep it by my bed, the knife is in the drawer below, I keep it handy because one never knows when one will need it!
That's brilliant!