Friday, February 5, 2010
PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON!!!
One funny memory I have of hanging out with grandpa was on a day when I was driving him around town running errands. Probably on our way to see Jackie at Gormans. Anyhow, it was a nice hot summer day so we were enjoying some fresh air and driving with the windows down. We pull up to the stop light and end up sitting there for a minute to wait for the light to turn green. Seconds later a Bingham County Sheriff pulls up next to us. Now...after somewhat of a delayed reaction of the cop arriving...grandpa looks to the right to see the sheriff sitting there. Upon seeing this he yells "S%!$ Jaymee!!! It's the Sheriff!!! Put your seat belt on!!!" and proceeded to put his seat belt on in a dramatic fashion. Well let me remind you we had the windows down...yes that's right...the Sheriff also had his window down. He looked over at us and instantly started chuckling. But of course Grandpa continued to play it cool as if he had his seat belt on the whole time. Ha ha ha, it was great!
Debra Darling said...
I remember Grandpa always driving crazy. My favorite was when he'd miss a stop sign, then stop twice at the next one we'd see. The first time he'd stop at the actual stop sign, then he'd slowly drive into the center of the intersection and stop again. I also remember being terribly afraid of being baptized because I didn't want to go under the water. So, one time when all of the grandkids were in the hot-tub, Grandpa strolled by nonchalantly and then dunked me under the water saying, "Well, now you have nothing to be afraid of." And finally, I always LOVED my overnight stays at the farm. One night, I was walking from the bathroom to the living room. Grandpa had already gone to bed and I heard him saying something, I thought he might have needed me for something, so I peeked in his room. He was on his knees, crying in prayer. Grandpa always had his coveted sins (I don't think I need to mention them specifically), but I learned from him the power of prayer that night as I witnessed his example of true personal prayer.
January 23, 2010 6:15 PM
I remember Grandpa always driving crazy. My favorite was when he'd miss a stop sign, then stop twice at the next one we'd see. The first time he'd stop at the actual stop sign, then he'd slowly drive into the center of the intersection and stop again. I also remember being terribly afraid of being baptized because I didn't want to go under the water. So, one time when all of the grandkids were in the hot-tub, Grandpa strolled by nonchalantly and then dunked me under the water saying, "Well, now you have nothing to be afraid of." And finally, I always LOVED my overnight stays at the farm. One night, I was walking from the bathroom to the living room. Grandpa had already gone to bed and I heard him saying something, I thought he might have needed me for something, so I peeked in his room. He was on his knees, crying in prayer. Grandpa always had his coveted sins (I don't think I need to mention them specifically), but I learned from him the power of prayer that night as I witnessed his example of true personal prayer.
January 23, 2010 6:15 PM
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