From 1989: "Howard fell Dec. 23 and hurt his back. He finally went to the doctor Dec. 28 -- muscles bruised and strained, but no cracked ribs. He took some powerful pain pills."
No date on this entry, but at the top of this page was "1990" so I am inferring the 1989 since she is writing about December. My grandfather (Howard) would have just turned 82 when she wrote this. He was very fit for a man his age and it is not outside the realm of possibility that he fell either chopping wood or going to and from the Honda House to crack black walnuts. Of course, he could have just slipped and fell.
The "Honda House" was a small outbuilding on my grandparents' place where my uncle used to keep his motorcycle....a Honda -- bet you saw that coming. I don't know what that half of the building was previously used for, but everyone called the other half the cob shed. There were plenty of kid-attractive treasures in the cob shed, but more in the Honda House. Over time, and long after the Honda was gone, the Honda House was essentially Grandpa's mancave, long before the word was coined. It eventually came to hold a radio, refrigerator, wood burning stove, an intercom so Grandma wouldn't have to holler at him to come in for meals, and an adopted stray cat. More on the Honda House and the fun I had as a kid there later.
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