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Doorway to Speech... There are three doorways to speech. The first is the thought in your head. It's only a thought. The second is the thought on your tongue. Still unspoken. The third is the thought spoken. You can never take it back. ...A horse that falls on someone's head is never lucky ...Don't be mad at life because it has problems ...Those who hoot with the owls at night can't soar with the eagles in the morning ...The effects of change are not always immediate ...Read the fine print ...Take responsibility for your actions ...You can't always get something for nothing ...Strategy pays dividends ...Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly ...Don't let others ruffle your feathers ...A man's gotta do what he's gotta do. So's a woman ...Put a little love into everything you do! |
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Notes: Grandpa Paul was born on Christmas day. He lived a long life. His diet was simple. His stress level...low. Grandpa Paul was an always-there-for you guy with a great sense of humor and some words of wisdom. He wasn't a person given to talking much at home. Grandma Fannie did that. So, he escaped to Stewart's Drug store where he enjoyed discussing politics with the local 'philosophers'. From time to time, I would like to share some of Grandpa's philosophy and short stories about him with you.
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Big Fish
Grandpa Paul, my buddy, loved to fish in the rain. "The best time to catch fish is when it is warm and raining," he would say. "When it rains, the fish jump out of the water and onto your hook." Grandpa liked to take me fishing. We would get up early, buy worms for bait, and drive to the pond. Grandpa would bait the hook for me, so I wouldn't have to handle the worms which were gooey. Sometimes, I would beg, plead, and cry until he bought shrimp instead. Sitting all day at the pond was boring. While Grandpa cast his line into the water, I tied little silk bows into his thinning hair. I preferred deep sea fishing on my uncle's boat. Deep sea fishing was exciting. Sometimes, I was able to talk Grandpa into taking me deep sea fishing. While I screamed with delight as the boat rocked and rolled, Grandpa heaved up over the side. He really must have loved me because we went deep sea fishing more than once. True Love Grandpa Paul and Grandma Fannie were married for well over 50 years. Their marriage was truly a match made in Heaven. They were good buddies until they died. There were some minor marital problems. Grandpa claimed deafness to avoid Grandma Fannie's continuous barrage of talking. She never stopped. We all knew that Grandpa was faking deafness because suddenly, out-of-the-blue, his green eyes would twinkle and he would make an appropriate comment. Another problem was Grandpa's jealousy over Grandma Fannie, a good looking young woman, but puritan, by nature. He was convinced that every man was out to get her. So, he would occasionally follow her if she went shopping trying to catch her in some imaginary affair. Grandpa Paul was still amorously pursuing the puritanical Fannie well into her 80's. Much to her dismay. (She would turn over in her grave if she knew that I was writing this). WOW! There's something to be said for true love and a simple life. |
