My grandpa gave me quarter once. He tolerated
having me around, didn't scold me for catching the barn kittens, and fed my pony
when I couldn't. I was his favorite. The quarter he gave me was the only thing
any grand kid could ever remember him giving to anybody.
I have never told the others that he also
gave me a necklace that was my grandmothers. It was several years after she
passed away and it had hung on a peg next to the door for all those
years. One day I was kind of , petting it, and he said it was just in the
way anyway and gave it to me. It was just a dimestore chain, but I still
have it. I was pretty old before I realized he must have missed her to have left
it there for so long.
