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         On  any church night, I would get a scrubbing in the tub and dressed in
          my coveralls.
          Granny wearing a dress with a plastic belt on.
          As soon as we get out of the car at church, she grabbed my hand. 
          Guess she thought I might fall, but I could walk just fine.
          She would put me on the inside of her as we sat down on a church bench.
            
          As the congregation said �Amen�, I would too.
          When they sang a hymn, I would sing  �Aint Nothing But a Hound Dog�.
          Granny would scold me, like it was suppose to scare me?
          Give me a break, I�m only 3.
            I finally talked her into letting me go sit by grandpa, he was a Deacon in
           the Church.
           I could look out and see everyone, I would smile and think, �Hey, ya�ll look
           at me�.
           I would look at grandpa�s bible and pretended I was reading it too.
           The preacher began his sermon and became so intense with his preaching,
            he would slam his bible down on the alter.
           Well I would grab grandpa�s bible and run to the alter and slam it down too
           and  say, �Amen�.
           Everyone forgot about the preacher as they were hysterically laughing at me,
           all but granny.
        She�d come and get me and we would head to the front door.
         Outside, She started scolding me real bad. 
         I would start crying and yelling out loud.
         Although that plastic belt did not hurt,. I sure was not gonna tell granny that.
    
         As we went back in, people turned and look at us, I would be smiling.
         Those were the days.
         When I was old enough to leave town, I always returned as soon as I could to
         see  my grandparents.
         They were always there.
        But one day  when I came back to town , I realized they were no longer there.

         Thru their wonderful memories they left me, they will always be there.
         Whenever I am sad or lonesome or no one to talk to, I think of them and I
         am smiling at the world once more.
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