Hi Phil,
Very excellent.
I love that story.
Thanks much.
Many Blessings,
Pat Ferguson
"I can Do all Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me" Philippians 4:13.
At 03:57 PM 8/8/2015, you wrote:
>The following was dictated on a Mac computer by
>Phil Scovell using the voice recognition
>software for the Macintosh. Yes, it takes
>getting used to. The more you do it, the easier it becomes.
>
>End of note.
>
>
>``````````````` One of the most enjoyable, and
>certainly the safest, time I ever had was going
>to my grandpa and grandma's home in
>Kansas. Their house was large, comfortable, and
>I felt totally safe there. There was also
>always something to do. I never got bored. I
>asked grandma one day if she had any toys for
>kids. She led me to a closet. Wow! There was a
>big box of toys; lots of toys. Grandma
>instructed I could have the toys to play with
>anytime I wanted but she had one rule.” What
>was that?” I asked. She said, “Whoever gets
>the toys out, has to put them all back.” Hi
>quickly agreed and pulled the box from the
>closet. There was a strip of sand near the edge
>of grandma's property. It was perfect for
>children playing cars. my little sister and I
>played in the sand for hours. The cars seem
>kind of old but that really didn't matter
>because they were grandmas toys and that made
>them special. I never fail to put the box back
>with all the toys at the end of each day.
>Awakening each day was even fun. I could smell
>the coffee, toast, and pancakes coming from the
>kitchen and I could hear my mom and dads voices
>as they talk quietly with my mom's parents. Wow,
>that was a big concept to comprehend; They were
>my moms parents? My grandparents also had a
>very large yard. The only problem was, it was
>also very dead. No matter how much they watered
>it, it never seemed to turn green. My yard at
>home was very thick and very tall and very very
>green. Grandpa’s hardly ever turn green and
>was very dry like straw. Grandma’s flower
>garden, in the front yard, hardly ever bloom, or
>at least, that is how it seemed to me as a
>little boy. My grandparents also had a chicken
>coop in the backyard with about 20 laying
>hens. It was so much fun going out every day
>with grandpa to gather the warm chicken eggs
>which we took back to the house and grandma cook
>for breakfast. Grandpa work part-time for a
>veterinarian. He took me one day to a grazing
>pasture with many horses for which he was
>responsible. Grandpa always brought the horses
>special treats such as apples. We walked around
>together petting the friendly animals. Then I
>saw something unusual. I pointed and said
>grandpa look. one of the horses, knowing that
>grandpa brought treats, had stuck his entire
>head threw the driver's side open window. he was
>looking for what he knew had to be
>there. Grandpa started yelling in running over
>to the car telling the horse to get his head out
>of the window. the horse backed away. Grandpa
>retrieved the sack of apples, and we passed them
>out; making sure each horse had one. They sure
>liked them, too. By far, the most enjoyable
>memory I have of my grandfather, is when we
>spent the afternoon together; just the two of
>us. I was 15 years old at the time. Grandmother
>had passed away a few years earlier. I was
>spending two weeks of the summer vacation with
>my uncle. He lived in Wichita Kansas, just a few
>miles down the road from my grandpas small town.
>uncle Fred drop me off at grandpa's and said he
>would return later in the day. Grandfather and I
>said and talk for many hours. I learn more about
>him in one day than I had in my entire
>life. He told me about his farming days, when
>he worked for the road crew to build bridges and
>roads, and many other related stories. The thing
>that was so amazing to me was that he did not
>talk to me as a little boy; he talked to me as
>an adult. This was a brand-new relationship with
>my grandfather I never experienced before. I
>felt his spiritual strength and his love for the
>Lord and his love for me as one of his
>grandchildren. In the evening, my grandfather
>took me to the grocery store. We gather things
>to make supper. Returning home he made our
>little supper and we said and continue talking
>about things we discussed during the day.
>Grandfather was a great man of God and he loved
>Jesus with all his heart. Talking about the
>Bible in scripture verses was a part of my
>grandfather's everyday conversation. He was an
>old frail man now but to me he was a spiritual
>giant and he still is a giant in my mind. I
>experienced that bonding I never knew was
>possible with my grandfather. It made me proud
>to be one of his grandsons. There was something
>holy about that afternoon with my grandfather
>but to this day I have been unable to describe
>it in words. It Is one of the fondest memories I
>have in my library of childhood memories which I returned to and visit often.
>
>Phil.
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