I was fortunate to have both sets of Grandparents alive while I was growing up. My Dad’s parents were “ranch” and lived just over the hill about a mile away. My Mom’s parents were “town” and lived in Douglas, the full forty mile drive away. Naturally, I was much closer to my “ranch” grandparents than my “town” grandparents.Grandma Ruth and Granddad Art were my ranch grandparents. Grandma Ruth was one of my special people....
A lil' ol' man and a lil' ol' woman in a lil' ol' house with a lil' ol' yard with flowers in the back and a lil' ol' cat and a lil' ol dog and a rooster who crowed Cock-a-doodle-doo and the lil' ol woman screeched to the lil' ol man "Are you hungry yet?" and the lil' ol man mumbled something. They must be happy.
When I was a child, I lived with my mum, dad and baby sister. It was quite hard going, as dad had a stressful job in the police force and mum was mostly busy with the baby. So, I used to look forward to going to stay with my great grandparents. When we moved house (the first of many times as it turned out) and I changed schools, I was delighted because although it wasn't all that far from our last home, we were closer to...
