Julie Catherine, Wendy Jean and Gran
On the Front Porch
August 1972
My grandfather, LJ Hurst, was born on February 28th, 1921. Like all of us, he was many different things to many different people. He was, for me, about as perfect a grandparent that anyone could have. I have many wonderful memories of spending time with him doing ordinary everyday things - sitting on the front porch counting the seconds between hearing a thunder clap and seeing the lightening flash, eating lunch at Wendy's, riding in his red GMC truck through the Western Avenue Farmer's Market, and mowing the fields on his giant orange tractor. I can still hear the sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floors when he walked through the house. I loved that sound and for whatever reason it was one of the things I missed most after he died. He was not a flashy grandparent who showed up with presents or handed out dollar bills every time you saw him but he was there, he was always there.
That's very sweet. Happy Birthday, Gran.
ReplyDeleteJulie, reading this makes my heart hurt and smile at the same time. You have a gift with words and making someone feel like they were there with you.
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