Although I was only seven years old when my grampa H passed on,
I have many good memories of him.
Here are a few.
He let me walk out into the pasture in the morning and evening
to round up the cows and I always rode the lead cow into the barn.
Grampa would carry me piggyback upstairs to bed in the farmhouse.
He loved mixing fresh cream with vinegar and dipping gramma's
homemade bread into his concoction...yuk
Now, one of my most fondest memories is that of the curry comb.
For those of you that do not know what this is... here is a pic.
Curry combs are used to brush horses and Grampa H had
two strawberry roans on his dairy farm.
These roans were working horses; not for riding.
Grampa did curry comb the roans,
However he also had one for himself.
Yes, you heard me right.
Whichever grand kid was around at the time
had the pleasure of using the curry comb right on my grampa.
Grampa would sit in his big comfy chair after supper
and one of us would stand on a bench behind that chair,
and curry comb his back.
He loved getting his back scratched with that curry comb,
even telling us to do it harder...
and we enjoyed doing it!
Us cousins would even fight to to be able to do it,
that was how much we enjoyed it.
I do not remember what happened to that curry comb.
It was my sister who reminded me of it the other day.
She was only 2 when our grampa passed,
so for her to remember scratching his back,
it must have been memorable.
Does anyone else have a memory they would like to share
about one of their grandfathers?
I would love to hear some of your memories!