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i/anted, we would leave to deliver them. llearly always whoever had. been, had some left at their home. I watched and concentrated on which fish I could have if he asked me if I'd take one hone. In the years away from Sterling I forgot his wonderful fishing talent v/ith simple equipment. In 1945» I took my two-ear-old son to meet his great-grandparents. We hadn't been there long when Grandma asked if Grandpa hadn't ought to take us to get some fish for the meal. It was evident she remembered how many times I had been a tag-a-long on his fishing trips. Grandpa grew the finest asparagus in the world* They were white all but the tip. I've only seen asparagus like his in ads, never in a market. It was our job to help him keep it covered up. Early in the spring we started to watch for it* As soon as it was discovered, we could each have a stalk to chew on. He carefully covered it as it grew so it was white. When their brother-in-law needed a place to stay( my grandparents took him into their home to care for him. To us, Uncle Kallie's funeral was a wonderful occasion; all the far-away relatives arrived. His casket was packed with ice. Some child discovered this and shared with all the rest of us the coolness of the ice. This was fine until a grownup discovered us. Even though I was barely four and couldn't have reached the ice, as I had sone, I was also p-unished. That ended playtime for us youngsters that day. They had an orchard, garden, animals, ohickens and Grandpa's fish. There were few things, except sugar and breadmaking things, they needed to have cash for to supply their family. Their industrious life November 14, 1948, Grandma had visited all the sick. That evening she had a stroke and died. Their daughter, Matilda (Hansen) Whitlock cared for her parents the last years of their lives. Grandpa died 31 |
