This Old Photograph is How I Always Remember my Grandfather
My grandpa and me when I was about two years old. This is how I always remember him–striped overalls, horn-rimmed glasses, and his rocking chair on the porch.
My love for books began early, and I begged anyone who would to read to me. Grandpa was a slow, halting reader who often stumbled over the words, but I didn’t care.
I knew the books by heart and only wanted to snuggle in his lap, feel his arms around me, and dive into my imaginary world. ~shared by @jengolay
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