Christmas With Grandpa Harry

Christmas With Grandpa Harry

Harry shoveled the snow away from the barn door and, once inside, made his way to the two pairs of wooden snowshoes hanging on a nail. The larger set was his; his wife, Gladys, wore the smaller ones when she was alive. He lifted the shoes off the wall and laid them on...
Grandpa Harry and Hunting Memories

Grandpa Harry and Hunting Memories

Harry adjusted his wire-rim glasses and smoothed the letter from Ethan, his ten-year-old grandson, out on his rustic kitchen table. The golden light of morning crept through the kitchen window as he read it again. “Chauncey, old boy, would you like me to read you the...
Grandpa Harry’s Purple Heart

Grandpa Harry’s Purple Heart

Ethan gently lifted the glass front to the old barrister bookcase and reached in for the little box containing the medal. He heard the tap-tap-tap of Grandpa Harry’s cane on the wooden floor as he ambled down the hallway.   “What is this, Grandpa?” Ethan asked.  ...