Grandpa Harry and Ethan: The Story of the Twins
The golden glow of the early morning sun slowly filled the cabin as Harry creaked back and forth in his rocker on the wooden floor. Chauncey, his golden lab, snored on his bed by the crackling fire, curled up on an old sweatshirt Ethan left on his last visit. He...
Grandpa Harry and the Thanksgiving Surprise
Harry grabbed a leather glove to open the firebox on the wood cook stove. He poked the embers into an even arrangement, then threw bacon into the cast iron skillet. He had begun each day frying bacon and eggs on this same stove a for the last 60 years since the first...
Grandpa Harry and The Victory Garden
Grandpa Harry and The Victory Garden The old wooden rocker creaked on the log cabin’s front porch as Harry gazed out over the fresh cut grass and flowers kissed by the early spring dew. Robins bounced along, looking for worms; bees darted in and out of the flowers;...
Farm Chores With Grandpa Harry
Harry looked at the black and white wedding photo on his night stand as he sat up in bed. Taken more than 70 years earlier, it was the last thing he looked at each night and the first each morning. “Gladys,” he said, picking up the small frame. “I sure wish you were...
Grandpa Harry’s Unusual Trophy Collection
“Grandpa, why do you have that old saw hanging above your fireplace?” Ethan asked. “It’s kind of old and rusty.” “It’s a trophy,” Harry said. “A trophy? For what? That doesn’t look like trophy I’ve ever seen. It just looks like an old saw like you have out in the...
Grandpa Harry and the Driving Lesson
Reaching for a match in his pocket, the old man shuffled across the wooden floor of the cabin to the coal-oil lamp by his rocker. Once lit, he slipped the glass chimney back on and turned up the flame. Chauncey, the golden lab, stirred slowly in the corner. Sleep was...
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
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
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. ...
A Trip to the Mailbox, Part 3: A Memorial Day Tribute
Harry wasn’t sure what he would do to entertain his ten-year-old grandson for a summer, especially since he didn’t have electricity in his old cabin in the mountains. But Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had been this excited, or nervous. Gladys had been gone...