DennyT wrote:
Now that I started remembering there are many others memories
- my grandpa who lived in a one room shanty probably 20x20 a 100 ft or so from our house. I had my first drink of coffee with him. Mom was mad said it would stunt my growth. He had a wood stove, a two burner kerosene table stove an old radio, a bed and a table .
I grew up with him , long walk in the woods with Grampy and my two dogs Chip and Whitey.
I grew up in the city and my Grampa had a wood stove in the living room of their railroad flat apartment. The best toast I’ve ever eaten was made on that stove. We walked the dog, Penny, along the city streets. I loved listening to his stories of when he was a kid. Like many memories in life, the people are more important than the location.👍😊