I remember Grandpa behind his horses and plow.
Oh, how I wish I could see him right now.
I remember one day, a chicken dinner we had,
His rooster had flogged me and made him so mad!
Sometimes I'd find a piece of old junk in his yard,
He'd say, "take this to Grandma before you get tarred,
She's been looking for this all over the place."
I had never noticed that little smile on his face.
I'd run it right to her, feeling so proud,
She'd say, "get that dirty thing out of my house!"
He loved to pick on grandma so very much,
I guess because she put up such a fuss.
I remember my cousin he chased with his cane.
She'd made him so mad he 'bout went insane!
No sandwiches were made at his table, you see,
A regular meal he insisted we eat.
She'd asked for the last piece of meat on the plate.
He told her to take it but no sandwich to make,
She took it and grabbed two slices of bread,
Ran out the door and not a word she said.
Oh, what a commotion over one piece of meat.
He was waving his cane as they ran down the street.
And so many tall tales he'd told to us all,
But to all of us he was ten foot tall.
Now he's with our Heavenly Father above,
But I'll always remember my grandpas love.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
Dedicated to: Grandpa Schlup
