Grandpa H. and I - a Poem for Friday Writings
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| My Grandfather and Grandmother in 1957 (photo originally posted 2010 [URL]) |
Grandpa H. has changed my life
Even now I sense his pull
Good habits and bad, them all
Some I've kicked, others remain
Favorite was the rides with him
It was me and him alone
I liked his cars, Buicks new
First off install his spittoon
Grandpa with tobacco chewed
Kissed we kids juice smeared our cheeks
And did I chew, why of course
Nasty habit. Place to spit?
On our rides stop signs I liked
"Stop! 'S' 'T' 'O' 'P'," he'd spell,
"Stop, take off panties," he called
Never understood it all
Many more that I could tell
A few chapters in my book
Uncles, Grandpa, and Grandma
My photo, 2006 (URL) From left to right: My Dad, Uncle Lester, Uncle Howard, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Chester in 1940s photo taken at Grandpa's farm. The car was Dad's blue 1938 Ford Tudor Deluxe
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2010 (Photos) and 2024 (Poem), All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Magaly Guerrero for hosting with Friday Writings #116 at
- Magaly is taking over Rommy's prompt which is to ask you to write about someone who made an impression on you as a child (for good or ill).
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Labels: A Tribute, Family, Friday Writings, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 3/01/2024 02:02:00 PM
11 comments
11 Comments:
He sounds a lot like my maternal grandfather, Jim. Though he smoked a pipe, no chew. As the oldest grandchild, I named him "Pong." I loved riding with him in his pickup ... though I remember he kept a fifth in the glovebox.
I never knew one person who chewed tabacco until I moved to VA. You're grandpa had a good sense of humor STOP
As I also said to Rall on her post, good grandpas are the best!
Haha ... his take on the Stop sign shows a great sense of humor I think you inherited. :)
Oh what a wonderful ode to granddad and I love his sense of humour.
Such cool memories of you alone with your grandpa. My dad didn't chew unless it was on a cigar! We could tell when he was having a good day because he'd have a stogie going.
Good grandparents lay a foundation for life. For me, my maternal grandma was the only one i knew. I owe her much. Thank you for the timely reminder.
I miss having grandparent tales. They passed away before I could bond with them. Nice reminiscence Jim.
That's nice. I had one biological grandfather, who was not a warm man. Oh, not rude or mean, just distant, like men were "supposed" to be back then.
Sounds like a cool grandpa!
My life with grandpa and grandma was really enthusiastic, listening to stories, maxims, proverbs and pieces of advice. I remembered them when I endearingly went through this. I liked it.
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