Part II: Growing Up Gay Stories From Gregory (RIP) My Husband
These are the stories I know from living with him for 41 years!
The purpose of this story is to try to remember some of the verbal histories that Gregory’s family told about him and the stories he told about himself over our 41 years together. It is in no chronological order; the stories were written as they came to mind and as I remembered them.
If you haven’t already, you might want to read Part I: Growing Up Gay Stories From Gregory (RIP) My Husband
Grandma Carrie on the porch with crackers and ants
Gregory and his grandma used to sit on the porch after dark to enjoy the balmy summer air and watch the cars drive by the courthouse across the street. She would turn off the porch and living room lights to make the car lights more dramatic and exciting. She was that kind of grandma! Gregory loved her so very much!
Often, they would have a bowl of popcorn, but on this particular night, Carrie brought out an open box of crackers for them to munch on. The crackers were nothing special, just saltines…
