He taught her to live life simply and keep a happy song in her heart! He always had time for her, and proved to be her best friend!
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Grandpa, My Best Friend
By Sheila Ripplinger
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'Grandchildren are a crown to the aged
When I was a little girl, my grandpa was my best friend! We did lots of fun things together. I loved to stay with him and grandma during the summers. They lived in the country on a dairy farm. They had a small white house and big red barn.
Waking up at grandpa and grandmas house was always such a good feeling! I knew there would be a lot of fun things to do with grandpa in the day ahead.
My grandparents were always busy. They started the day by milking the cows. They fed them hay and grain. Grandpa and grandma would let me help by filling the pails with feed, which was ground corn and oats. I would give each cow a little bit.
When the morning milking was done, grandpa would load up the full cans of milk into the back of his farm truck. I would ride along beside him as he hauled the milk cans to the local creamery. They would take the milk for processing, and then give the empty cans back to grandpa to bring back the next morning. I remember our special talks as we traveled in down the road.
After the morning chores were finished, grandma would make us a huge breakfast. Eggs, bacon, oatmeal, and orange juice were on the table each morning. Grandma was a very good cook! Everything always tasted so delicious! I can still smell the bacon and hear it sizzling in the pan.
My grandpa had a lot of crops to take care of as well. I have some of my best memories riding beside him on his red tractor. He also had a red trailer that he would pull behind the tractor. Sometimes we would pick rocks off of the fields and put them in the trailer. Other times, grandpa would take my siblings, cousins, and I for rides out in his great big woods, all loaded in that little red trailer. Grandpa would lead us in silly songs as we cheerfully bounced along!
My grandpa was also a sheep shearer. He would shear sheep for farmers around the country. I loved to go along with him and play with the baby lambs. They were so soft and cuddly. I still love sheep.
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