If My Grandma Had A Blog

My grandmother died in 2005. She did not own a computer. I think she could have mastered some computer skills, but she had plenty of interests and activities and friends to keep her engaged in the world. She wrote things down, not fictional stories but events of her life, both past and present. After she died, I was given the honor of keeping some of her writings. I thought starting a blog with them might be fun. I hope readers will find it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Time to hit the woodpile

"October 29, 1991: Quilted at church on Mildred K.'s quilt.
October 30, 1991: Helen and John took us to Pierce to doctor. Got our flu shots. Tom came for wood.
October 31, 1991: Snow about 4 inches. No wind."

I hope the snow didn't deter the trick-or-treaters. Maybe the snow came later in the night after the ghosts and goblins had gone to bed, all smiling and sticky from candy.

As most readers know, the picture of the woodpile is woefully inadequate, at least compared to the best of the best of Grandpa's woodpiles. Cute that the chainsaw is right there. Like someone wanted to take the photo, so Grandpa put the saw down and got the heck out of the way.

Which reminds me. I've said it before and I'll say it again -- don't turn your back on Dale if he has a running chain saw in his hand and there are trees within sight. For sure you will turn back around and . . . no trees! I am guessing he learned his woodcutting technique and enthusiasm from Grandpa.

1 comment:

GretaMay 9, 2012 at 9:33 AM
Did Dale inherit Daddy's compulsion to have every piece cut the right length? I remember that he measured every piece. Ask Tom about that sometime.
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