I was looking through some old pictures I had, and came across these of my grandfather and I. I loved that man. He made the BEST buckwheat pancakes in the world! He called me baby and was a gentle soul with an infectious laugh! He had a beautiful garden full of flowers, but what I most remember are his orange poppies and his dichondra lawn. It looked like clover. We were allowed to do most anything, BUT play on that grass! He also raised bees in the backyard and we always had fresh honey with honeycomb to slather on the homemade bisquits. He was half Choctow Indian and could tell the best stories. Somewhere I still have his "old grasshopper" story. He lived to be 104 years old.