Grandpie

“Only, marmie, I didn’t mind hevin’ them black curls git in my eyes—much—not none—but I had a doctor-snake a-sleepin’ in my pocket, an’ I wuz scared the pressin’ ’ud wake him an’ he ’ud slide out, an’”—in a burst of words—“an’ she never ’ud go for to do it no more. But don’t yu’ tell grandpie!”

Cherished memories of dear little Mary, died May 22, 1953.—Ever remembered by her Grandpie.

Mikey was also blessed to be a grandpie to Thomas Bickford and Zoey Bickford who always lovingly called him “The mayor of candy land”.

My in-laws had a hammock that my older son adored. He’d lie in it with his “Grandpie”—swinging back and forth, watching the sun glint through the tree’s leaves above, singing made-up songs.