A Special Time

There may be a glut of posts over the next few days after a 6 month hiatus. This one is one that my grandfather 'Pa' wrote about a stroll he took with my cousin Jennifer when he was visiting her and her parents in Packwood, Washington back in the early '80s.

"'A Special Time'
They stroll down the tree shaded mountain lane hand in hand. Love and affection is predominant as they smile and gather wild flowers for grandma. They make a rather unique picture. The long & short or the Mutt & Jeff appearance adds to the scene. The tiny hand of the diminutive granddaughter, swallowed up in the gnarled grip of her bearded grandpa, who towers over her like the large pines that line the road.

They pick up pebbles to throw at imaginary targets. The flowers, ferns and grasses all get their share of special attention but the smiles widen as wild berries are found. To pick wild berries for grandma is the main reason for the walk. The taste of these berries widen the smiles even more and the goo intentions go by the wayside. Grandma must be content to smell the flowers.
After a time they wend their way home, having partaken fully of the love & affection that exists between grandpa & granddaughter. May it ever be so.

B.C.
7/17/1982"

I love the scene.

AFN
DCC
Vidalia, GA, 24 December 2009