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Hidden Candies, Corsages, and Life at the Height of a Steering Wheel:  Remembering Grandaddy Part 3

Post by Onna Carr

I was born shortly after Thor returned home to his original owner. Grandaddy used the truck


to store his one weakness, Brach's candies, out of the sight of Gramsey. Gramsey, a delightful but


very headstrong, opinionated, and a competitive-over-sports-ranging-from-basketball-to-dominoes


-woman, had got it into her head that candy was bad for Grandaddy. So, to avoid conflict and to still


enjoy a sweet treat, Grandaddy would quietly buy a bag of Brach's Milk Maid Royals, Strawberry Bon-


Bons, and Maple Nut goodies which would rest by his Three Musketeer bars in the glove


compartment. I always have found this arrangement slightly comical as Gramsey had no trouble with


a candy treat for herself, and though she had to know about the "secret stash," she never mentioned


it.

I remember my mother and I riding in Thor's truck bed: golden fields of wheat on either side


of the dusty, country road while my great-grandparents sat in the cab with my father. A Mother's Day,


rose corsage from the previous year hung from the mirror of Thor because my Gramsey, Grandaddy's


Clara, wore it. I remember being slightly shorter than the steering wheel as I stood and grasped the


wheel to "drive" as my father sat behind me, managing the pedals and making sure that I did not run


into anything as we came up the drive in Thor to the "Gra-Gras" much-loved farmhouse that set on


one of four quarters of land that they had about six miles from town.

I remember Grandaddy--a man outstanding in his field (of wheat): a kind, quiet man who


took the time to tickle me, to let me sit in his lap, and to explain things because he was not too busy


to play or just be. He would take me out in the mornings with him to feed the dog, Snoozer--one of


a line of Snoozers named after an original dog from his childhood who in the winter would feign sleep


in order to stay near the stove in the kitchen. He pushed me in the swing that hung


in the barn loft where the scent of hay and wood made a wonderful fragrance. He helped me climb up


into the seat of a tractor that had hit a tree and the tree had grown around. He never once lost his


temper around me or anyone who knew him in the family, and he never, to my knowledge, said


anything unkind about anyone. I think his calmness is what I liked best about him as well as the fact


that he was always just there, quietly beside me. I think he is the person that taught me the most


about presence and care, and I have always been grateful for having known him.


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