Grampa Jim was a loving and kind man who did anything he could for us. He was slim and short, only five foot two inches tall. His hair was grey and thin. He sported a neatly trimmed mustache. On the left side of his face, right in front of his ear, he had a lump nearly [...]
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Grampa Jim’s daily ritual to Fish Corners often left him coming home after dark. He socialized with anyone who came in and sat down with him. He sat at a favorite table, and everyone in the area knew him. It was almost as though he was the township Godfather. Most of the time, he got [...]
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Grampa Jim finally relented and agreed to take sis and me fishing. He bought each of us a bamboo pole with heavy green line, hooks, and a bobber. I filled a tin can with loose soil and dug worms from the ditch. We were set. The day finally arrived to go fishing. Dad dropped us [...]
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One of Grampa Jim’s closest friends was Mr Toth, a Hungarian farmer from down the road. His friend worked in the pickle canning factory in Coloma, and he farmed too. Mr. Toth was a character who excited easily, and cursed incessantly in Hungarian. I never understood what he was saying, but I knew he was swearing. He [...]
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“I don’t like it”, I said, when Mom put something on the table. Most of the time, if I didn’t like the way a dish looked, I hated it immediately. When Grampa Jim over heard my complaint, he said, “If you were hungry, you would eat rusty nails.” I don’t think I have to interpret [...]
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