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ღ☃ღೋ My Grandfather ღ☃ღೋ
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My grandfather was born in Centreville, Mississippi, but as a young lad the family moved into the Greensburg area.
As a young man, he worked in the local sawmills and was known as a hard worker. He valued the quality of work that he performed and was highly sought after by the mills for employment. During the depression, he worked on the WPA road project to support his growing family.
His years at the sawmill taught him a lot. His carpentry skills were excellent. One day I walked into the backyard and PawPaw was building something. Turned out to be an adorable "play house" for me. It even had a porch on it. I enjoyed that little secluded area for several years.
PawPaw loved a fine automobile and always wanted to stay in a "new ride". Giving a proper excuse to justify getting a new car, he would always tell my grandma that the engine was about to fall out of the old car. That is the one area where he and my grandma did not agree. She was very thrifty and would get upset over the new car syndromes that he would go through. She would refuse to talk to him for a couple of weeks or ride in it, then would give in.
After all of the children were grown and married, they moved to Baton Rouge to be near the children. That took some encouraging from all of them to convince them to move to the city.
PawPaw frequented the city dump to drop off items and he almost always found a kitty that needed a home. Hence, I was never without a kitty growing up. Each time my mother would bring me to visit them and pick up my new kitty, PawPaw would tell me that the kitty said that he/she liked bacon and eggs for breakfast and that I needed to feed the kitty that. I was not tall enough to reach the stove without standing on a chair, but I managed to fix breakfast for the kitty. When it came time for the kitty to eat, I remember placing the plate on the kitchen table and would set the cat on a chair and prop the front paws on the table. Needless to say, that did not go over well with my mother. She would have to convince me that the cat preferred cat food.
It was always fun when PawPaw and MawMaw would pick me up and take me on the Sunday afternoon drive to Greensburg. MawMaw would read all the signs on the highway to me. Best of all, I loved going to visit "Ole Mama" (Myra Eulalie).
His love and compassion to me will always be fondly remembered. I still love and miss him to this day.
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ღ☃ღೋ My Grandfather ღ☃ღೋ
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My grandfather was born in Centreville, Mississippi, but as a young lad the family moved into the Greensburg area.
As a young man, he worked in the local sawmills and was known as a hard worker. He valued the quality of work that he performed and was highly sought after by the mills for employment. During the depression, he worked on the WPA road project to support his growing family.
His years at the sawmill taught him a lot. His carpentry skills were excellent. One day I walked into the backyard and PawPaw was building something. Turned out to be an adorable "play house" for me. It even had a porch on it. I enjoyed that little secluded area for several years.
PawPaw loved a fine automobile and always wanted to stay in a "new ride". Giving a proper excuse to justify getting a new car, he would always tell my grandma that the engine was about to fall out of the old car. That is the one area where he and my grandma did not agree. She was very thrifty and would get upset over the new car syndromes that he would go through. She would refuse to talk to him for a couple of weeks or ride in it, then would give in.
After all of the children were grown and married, they moved to Baton Rouge to be near the children. That took some encouraging from all of them to convince them to move to the city.
PawPaw frequented the city dump to drop off items and he almost always found a kitty that needed a home. Hence, I was never without a kitty growing up. Each time my mother would bring me to visit them and pick up my new kitty, PawPaw would tell me that the kitty said that he/she liked bacon and eggs for breakfast and that I needed to feed the kitty that. I was not tall enough to reach the stove without standing on a chair, but I managed to fix breakfast for the kitty. When it came time for the kitty to eat, I remember placing the plate on the kitchen table and would set the cat on a chair and prop the front paws on the table. Needless to say, that did not go over well with my mother. She would have to convince me that the cat preferred cat food.
It was always fun when PawPaw and MawMaw would pick me up and take me on the Sunday afternoon drive to Greensburg. MawMaw would read all the signs on the highway to me. Best of all, I loved going to visit "Ole Mama" (Myra Eulalie).
His love and compassion to me will always be fondly remembered. I still love and miss him to this day.
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ღ☃ღೋ My Grandfather ღ☃ღೋ
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My grandfather was born in Centreville, Mississippi, but as a young lad the family moved into the Greensburg area.
As a young man, he worked in the local sawmills and was known as a hard worker. He valued the quality of work that he performed and was highly sought after by the mills for employment. During the depression, he worked on the WPA road project to support his growing family.
His years at the sawmill taught him a lot. His carpentry skills were excellent. One day I walked into the backyard and PawPaw was building something. Turned out to be an adorable "play house" for me. It even had a porch on it. I enjoyed that little secluded area for several years.
PawPaw loved a fine automobile and always wanted to stay in a "new ride". Giving a proper excuse to justify getting a new car, he would always tell my grandma that the engine was about to fall out of the old car. That is the one area where he and my grandma did not agree. She was very thrifty and would get upset over the new car syndromes that he would go through. She would refuse to talk to him for a couple of weeks or ride in it, then would give in.
After all of the children were grown and married, they moved to Baton Rouge to be near the children. That took some encouraging from all of them to convince them to move to the city.
PawPaw frequented the city dump to drop off items and he almost always found a kitty that needed a home. Hence, I was never without a kitty growing up. Each time my mother would bring me to visit them and pick up my new kitty, PawPaw would tell me that the kitty said that he/she liked bacon and eggs for breakfast and that I needed to feed the kitty that. I was not tall enough to reach the stove without standing on a chair, but I managed to fix breakfast for the kitty. When it came time for the kitty to eat, I remember placing the plate on the kitchen table and would set the cat on a chair and prop the front paws on the table. Needless to say, that did not go over well with my mother. She would have to convince me that the cat preferred cat food.
It was always fun when PawPaw and MawMaw would pick me up and take me on the Sunday afternoon drive to Greensburg. MawMaw would read all the signs on the highway to me. Best of all, I loved going to visit "Ole Mama" (Myra Eulalie).
His love and compassion to me will always be fondly remembered. I still love and miss him to this day.
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ღ☃ღೋ My Grandfather ღ☃ღೋ
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My grandfather was born in Centreville, Mississippi, but as a young lad the family moved into the Greensburg area.
As a young man, he worked in the local sawmills and was known as a hard worker. He valued the quality of work that he performed and was highly sought after by the mills for employment. During the depression, he worked on the WPA road project to support his growing family.
His years at the sawmill taught him a lot. His carpentry skills were excellent. One day I walked into the backyard and PawPaw was building something. Turned out to be an adorable "play house" for me. It even had a porch on it. I enjoyed that little secluded area for several years.
PawPaw loved a fine automobile and always wanted to stay in a "new ride". Giving a proper excuse to justify getting a new car, he would always tell my grandma that the engine was about to fall out of the old car. That is the one area where he and my grandma did not agree. She was very thrifty and would get upset over the new car syndromes that he would go through. She would refuse to talk to him for a couple of weeks or ride in it, then would give in.
After all of the children were grown and married, they moved to Baton Rouge to be near the children. That took some encouraging from all of them to convince them to move to the city.
PawPaw frequented the city dump to drop off items and he almost always found a kitty that needed a home. Hence, I was never without a kitty growing up. Each time my mother would bring me to visit them and pick up my new kitty, PawPaw would tell me that the kitty said that he/she liked bacon and eggs for breakfast and that I needed to feed the kitty that. I was not tall enough to reach the stove without standing on a chair, but I managed to fix breakfast for the kitty. When it came time for the kitty to eat, I remember placing the plate on the kitchen table and would set the cat on a chair and prop the front paws on the table. Needless to say, that did not go over well with my mother. She would have to convince me that the cat preferred cat food.
It was always fun when PawPaw and MawMaw would pick me up and take me on the Sunday afternoon drive to Greensburg. MawMaw would read all the signs on the highway to me. Best of all, I loved going to visit "Ole Mama" (Myra Eulalie).
His love and compassion to me will always be fondly remembered. I still love and miss him to this day.
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