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Nov. 6th, 2001 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sholandaso i stepped onto the porch and there was a package for me from my grandpa. i haven't talked to him in a year or more.
my grandpa was born on top of buffalo mountain in oklahoma and still lives very near there. he has limosuine cattle (say "limzin'") and he gets out there on the tractor and throws hay to them every day. he also plays a pretty good guitar and with his brothers and son is part of impromptu bluegrass sessions that really jam.
he drinks a lot. i don't think a visit i have ever had with him did not include him being drunk at one time or another, from innocuously drunk or being obviously hungover at noon, to beligerent. tripping over christmas lights, spilling wild turkey in the floor board of our car, holding a frightened granddaughter on his lap and drooling in her ear about bear hunting stories.
now he lives alone, on the ponderosa, with his two dogs. i hear he is very sad.
he sent me some pictures. he said he had found them in an old picture frame with another picture on top of it.
this is my daddy. it says he was "18 or 19" on the back.
and who does THIS look like??
crazy.
makes me want to write him a sweet letter. he has always tracked me down and written to me everywhere i have moved. in his scrawly, 4th grade educated handwriting. i remember seeing a schoolhouse picture of his and he wasn't wearing shoes.
i just have this bittersweetness about it all.
my grandpa was born on top of buffalo mountain in oklahoma and still lives very near there. he has limosuine cattle (say "limzin'") and he gets out there on the tractor and throws hay to them every day. he also plays a pretty good guitar and with his brothers and son is part of impromptu bluegrass sessions that really jam.
he drinks a lot. i don't think a visit i have ever had with him did not include him being drunk at one time or another, from innocuously drunk or being obviously hungover at noon, to beligerent. tripping over christmas lights, spilling wild turkey in the floor board of our car, holding a frightened granddaughter on his lap and drooling in her ear about bear hunting stories.
now he lives alone, on the ponderosa, with his two dogs. i hear he is very sad.
he sent me some pictures. he said he had found them in an old picture frame with another picture on top of it.
this is my daddy. it says he was "18 or 19" on the back.
and who does THIS look like??
crazy.
makes me want to write him a sweet letter. he has always tracked me down and written to me everywhere i have moved. in his scrawly, 4th grade educated handwriting. i remember seeing a schoolhouse picture of his and he wasn't wearing shoes.
i just have this bittersweetness about it all.
