Memories of My Grandpa-
He was 2/3 the size of grandma.
Smoked camels , started at about 12.
School was not a problem, he never went I think.
Rolled his own some too. Not weed, Prince Albert.
Hated Nixon. Like in 1997, still cussed him.
Loved to fish.
Started drinking again in in his mid 40’s. Hard.
I still remember him threatening to shoot uncle Jimmy. Oh the love.
Painted houses.
Not sure he ever had a bank account.
Died, had 40 Acres- all the kids (my dad, aunt and uncles) fight over how to divide it for 5-6 years ( we obviously are not good at math)
Here is what makes me grin-and this is how people miss opportunities because they are so focused on their own interest:
Eventually it sells for like 200k, and the guy sells the hardwood timber off for like 200k, then I think he subdivided it and got another 300k for it.
I’m like - are yall happy now?