Postcard to Heaven — I never called you Grandpa.
August 21, 2023
Dear Doc,
It’s typical Iowa August weather: 84 as I write, going up to 92. The humidity is high.
I’m sad thinking of you. I liked you.
A breeze flowed through the kitchen as you’d make toast in that V-shaped toaster with drop-down sides.
Gooseberry jam!
A round oak table, blue checked tablecloth, drip coffee maker, and warm mugs were the backdrop for easy conversations. You’d pull a large white hanky out of your pocket, wipe your nose from side to side, and tell me stories.
I wish I’d asked you about:
- WW I and II
- The Depression
- Raising 7 kids alone
- What happened to Hilda
But you taught me how to work with concrete, lay field stones, pick wild gooseberries for jam, and gather black walnuts!
I love you, Grandpa,
Katie
Inspired by BJ Stone’s story, My Grandpa.