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Henry Ward Born February 24,1875

Died December 12,1961

My Father's Dad

����My brother and I lived with our Aunt Allie, Uncle Faniel and Grandpa Henry Ward in Anderson County,Tn, after we left Fentress County, Tn. We had lived in Fentress Co after our mother first died. My Grandpa would pour his coffee in a saucer and slurp it. As he would hold it with his shaking hands, you could hear the clacking of the glass making a tune. Clack, Clack, Slurp, Slurp...I would just sit and stare at this little old man. I was only eight years old. He was about 75 or maybe older. To me at that time he seemed so ancient. He would also put a tablespoon of sugar on his plate and drip some coffee in it and sop it up with his bisquit. Upon an occassion he would even make me a mound of sugar and put coffee in for me to sop up. He was good to me. Any visitor would be greeted by him on the front porch with an open Bible in his hand. He could quote it from beginning to end. He gave the Bible to my father and he in turn gave it to me. I had this bible for about 25 yrs. It is very old and has many passages underlined. I have now given it to my son, Rob. I sure miss that old man. I would love to hear once again..... Clack Clack Slurp Slurp

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Jockey David Delk Born 10-9-1872

Died 1-15-1947

My Mother's Dad

While my Dad was in the Navy during WWII, my mother and I lived with my Grandpa Jockey Delk. To me he was my Pap. He treated me special. He hid Hershey Bars up over the rafter in the front room and every day he would take some down and cut two squares off. One for me and one for him, then he would say "Now don't you tell them other youngins." I never did. It was our secret. He would cut an apple in two and take a spoon and scrape the apple until it was mushy like apple sauce. He would give me half and he ate the other half. My Pap died in 1947, but, I still remember him and things we did together.

Grandpa, Tell Me 'Bout The Good Old Days

by The Judds

Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

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Music:Grandpa

Created 6-15-01

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