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MEMORIES OF GRANDMA AND GRANDPA FOWLKE

By

Ann  F. Richards

When I think of grandma, I remember her old coal cook stove with a cupboard next to it that always had a batch of bread cooling.  Even with her large family, her kitchen was always clean with nothing out of place.  I would go down stairs to their back door and knock, hoping to get a piece of candy.  Grandma kept a candy jar on the top of her refrigerator and would get it down to give me a piece of candy and send me on my way. 

Grandma told me that before she got married, she was a pretty girl with long hair that went to her waist.  She wore it in a braid and it was as thick as her wrist.  When she was older, she wore her hair back in a bun.  She was always in a dress with a apron on.

Grandma would shake her index finger when she wanted you to do something or stop doing something. 

Grandpa was known by the neighborhood kids as, "half mile an hour Fowlke", because he drove his truck really slow.  He was proud of his truck and didn't want anything to happen to it.  He had a garage that he kept his truck in.  When I would be walking down to our house, he would pick me up in his truck and told me not to touch anything.  He had me sit on the edge of the seat and fold my arms.  I was happy for the ride. 

I remember occasionally when I would come home, my mom, Lola Fowlke, and grandpa would be eating a piece of homemade apple pie with a piece of extra sharp cheese.  This would be when he was irrigating his property.  

My sister, Lorraine, and I loved to make playhouses in grandpa's fruit orchard that was located by our house.  We would get several of our mother's camp quilts and put them on the low tree branches to make our house.  We would also help grandpa harvest his potato crop in the fall. 

I remember being concerned about a nest of pheasant eggs that were in the alfalfa field and was afraid they would be destroyed when it was cut.  I was so relieved that they were okay after the cutting.

When I started wearing glasses, Grandpa called me Annie Oakley and four eyes.

Grandpa would always say he wanted to die with his boots on.  He almost got his wish because his boots were taken off just before he died.

Our family enjoyed having grandma and grandpa come to our house for dinners.