Short Story : A Bushel And A Peck Essays

791 Words Sep 10th, 2015 4 Pages
“A bushel and a peck...a bushel and a peck...a bushel and a peck with a hug around the neck!” My grandpa Richard would make sure he sang that tune to us before my brother, my two cousins, and myself would leave our weekly visits. His sharp whiskers and toothpick coming out of the side of his mouth gave an odd sense of comfort as he nuzzled our cheeks with his own. He had smoked for over 15 years. After multiple, frustrating arguments he abandoned his addiction cold turkey in replacement for the never absent toothpick in the corner of his mouth. In the six years I knew my grandpa, I had never witnessed him without his toothpick, not even to eat.
He was the father to my mother, more of a father to my dad than my dad’s father was, a grandpa to myself and brother, and loving husband to my Grandma Glenda. He was known for his pranks, witty sense of humor, and work ethic. Everyone knew his personality and the way he cared about the people he loved. On a Sunday afternoon, when I was about five years old, my family and I went to have dinner and visit at my grandparent’s house. Since my grandpa worked at Dana he collected multitudes of toy tractors, trailers, and lawn mowers. My brother, Jacob, and I had finished our food and was excused from the table to go play. We immediately went into the office and opened up the display case like we always did, and pulled out our favorite toys. Soon after my grandpa walked by to sit in his blue lazy-boy and saw a glimpse of my brother with his…

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