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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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