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.