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I fondly recall my grandfather and his cane. He would point that cane at me

and tell me to be a good boy. If caught running in the house, I could expect
my Grandfather to block my pathway by holding that cane out to stop my
passage.

This is believed to have been the local “Mom and Pop”
grocery store at 508 Lafayette Street
June 22, 2015
DH

Grandpa loved to whittle. He was good at it too. I wish I had been smart
enough to have kept all those little things he whittled for me. I could fill an

entire volume describing each piece and telling the story behind each.

The little town had what we called a “Mom and Pop” grocery store. My
grandpa would sit on the front porch of that store with several of his buddies.
They would tell stories, sing, chew their plug and whittle. As a little boy, I
was fascinated by the men and their life experiences. As I grew into

manhood, I realized that many of those stories were true, many were made up
and many were as true as they needed to be to educate me and prepare me for
life.