Not Me Monday - A little girl's memories

In case you didn't read my last post, my Grandfather died last week. He was 95 years old! Tomorrow is his funeral and I'm running rampant trying to clean my house to accommodate family for a gathering afterwards. So this will have to be quick.
As a little girl, Grandpa Al was my protector. He was tall and lean and extremely smart! I'm dedicating this Not Me Monday post to my memories of Grandpa Al.

As a little girl, I did not spend hours worrying over the ghost that lived in my Grandparents basement. Little kids don't believe in such things. But whether I did or not, my Grandpa Al came up with a great scheme to rid the house of that pesky ghost. He grabbed it by the throat and threw it right down the toilet and with one *FLUSH* that little girl never feared ghosts again!

Also as a little girl, I did not stand guard of a fig tree! What a preposterous thing to do! Can you picture a little blond headed 7 year old running around a fig tree shoeing all the birds away? I'm guessing the only reason that a little girl might do that was to please her Grandfather who always complained of the birds eating his figs.

And have you heard the story of Brer Rabbit? Well, I did not beg my Grandpa to tell it to me more than 5 hundred times over the years. Wouldn't a Grandfather get tired of telling it over and over again? I suppose he loved me. =)

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