As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I was thinking today about things in bits and pieces in how I believe my family's entire problem in my siblings was do to the inferior nature of my Grandmother on my dad's side and that the basis of all that is me is the superior nature of my Grandpa's, one who died the year before I was born and the one I knew who as I told TL recently, "I'm the only grandkid of the bunch who is like him to the core".
My Grandpas were both hard men, German and Prussia, because that is in their genes but they also were the most welcoming of civilized men. They never made anyone ever feel they were not welcome, contrary to Gram who played favorites and kept track of "just how much you got and you owed her".
My old man was the same way, both my parents were sociopaths. The mother acted like her mom, but Gram who I only met twice was not ever the hell bitch they made her out to be. I remember her kind genuine smile and quiet nature.
My Grandpas though were rugged individuals. The things I love and the qualities which issue from me are from them. I love gardening, love horticulture. I'm a naturalist who can never learn enough. The Spirit of God is in me and I never quite inquiring or searching for learning.
Grandpa on my dad's side was a rancher, farmer, horse dealer and trainer, trapper, hunter, fisherman and poultryman. Some people from California were here one summer on vacation and got eggs from him. They sent a letter addressed "To that guy with eggs" Bryher Patch..........and that letter got to him.
My other Grandpa liked working with wood. He once took a spring from a hillside, figured out how to put a pipe in, a valve and ran that water to his stock tank so he did not have to pump water by hand. I have the same genius in figuring things out by God.
My dad on the other hand as a stupid genius. He would like my brother who never was a genius at that much, would just pronounce sentence on things, "Oh that's that sourdough bread", there never was any joy in them of any experience, except being a juvenile adult and being drunk.
I often think of my Grandpas and Beloved Uncle. This year we made Apple Jack or my version of Christmas booze, and it turned out well. I would have loved to have taken a bottle over and had them sample it, as they would have enjoyed the adventure. That is what I think they were gifted with most is they enjoyed life while everyone else was bitching about it.
I bitch allot about my unfortunate life, but I sure as hell would much prefer begging for money than being a rich asshole in having sold out and not done the right thing by God. I have a picture of my Grandparents, dressed in winter clothes as everyone's house you froze your ass off in, and Gram was dying in that picture from cancer, but for all the hardships they went through and sometimes not liking each other, they had more joy in their eyes than 10,000 people do now. The picture is troubling to me and yet a revelation of how the Spirit of God is in people to always endure with them.
I miss my Grandpa and Beloved Uncle severely. It is worse in these end times, as they were foundations you could rely on 100% of the time. They would never lie to you and they would never jerk you around. They might pretend they never heard you ask the question and not answer you, but they were not going to injure you to just be an ass.
Uncle was not always that way. He grew into it. Grandpa though was someone who was constant and I adored him.
They were gifts in they were not the parents who were just sub par. They were accomplished more than billionaires as they were approachable and always there. The things they did are the things I love to this day in the happy things I engage in.
I was thinking of the mother who said, "Dad always took us out for rolls and we would go fishing in the railroad ponds". As she is dead, I think sometimes, "How many times did you ever do anything with me that was fun or that kind of adventure?" The answer was never. There just was allot missing in that woman and the same faults are in her daughters.
My Grandpa always wore bib overalls. He was the only man I knew who did that. The striped kind. I got it into my head that I wanted a pair like his. I remember he walked me all over town looking for a pair of bibs like that and there was none to be found. I just figured it was more of a shit life as I had a perpetual existence like that in nothing went right and being denied things from school to what masqueraded a home. So I forgot about it all as more bad memories.
Then months later, on a Sunday as we were always at Grandpa and Grams on Sunday, Grandpa produced a package. It was my Grandpa Pants. I was stunned. I still have those pants in the closet. I wore them so much that I wore the stripes off the knees. I got another pair when I grew, and I have had those pants all my adult life. I might not wear them for awhile, but I do get wearing them in streaks and I enjoy them. That was one of the kindnesses in a very cruel world to a child that I never forgot and still am in awe over.
I bother children in this age when you are not supposed to and that comes from my Grandpa. I talk to them as adults. There was a little boy in the store who had cowboy boots on, was an Amish kid and those people do not talk much to anyone, and he was in the way walking in his boots, and I surprised him. I asked him if he was cowboy and he grinned and said, "No", and I laughed and said maybe he should be, to which his father laughed.
In most cases, you expect something from a kid that is not polluted woke and you will get a response they will live up to.
I can understand how so many people are woke and ain't worth a shit as I have seen their parents and grandparents and they have nothing to live up to as they were all losers too. But blessed Lord, if you don't have someone to look up to, I had to fill in to that time I did with John Wayne and William Shatner in the characters they played. You straightened your ass up and got it done with not straying from the Bible and I did stray as a youth and learned the hard way in those lessons were not over for years.
With Jesus and my genes, they won out. I'm not the inferior primates of my family and sure not the losers that litter the fruited plain.
TL mentions the quality of my character when it come to doing the hard things in life. That part is easy for me as when something has to be done, you get it done as there is only one decision left and that is to get it done.
Those are my Grandpas, generations of grit of peoples who never gave up or gave in. That is hard as hell, but it is with God why I survived and others are dead.
When you are going to make it, you get that somewhere in the thousands of years of genes in your DNA.
Nuff Said
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