Papaw

I love ice cream. When I was really small my family lived with my grandparents. One of my first memories is coming home from church and my papaw taking out some ice cream and dishing it out for me and some of my other family. It was one of the only times we really sat next to each other. That sounds weird but usually me and the cousins would sit on the bar or down stairs and the adults would sit at the table. It was always nice to share a bowl with him. I wouldn't see him a lot. He always worked in his garden. In the mornings he would wake up with the sun and feed the cows and the horse and go to his vegetable garden. Around 5 he would come in and grandma would have a feast fit for an army ready for him and the grandsons. Sometime around 7 he would go to sleep and start the whole process again. He loved to sing. In the living room while us granddaughters watched TV he would come in and start singing hymes. He was an amazing man. He worked for over half of his life and retired to a farm. He was a devoted to God. Every Sunday and Wednesday he was there. When ever the doors were open, he was there. We weren't very close, but I do miss him.