Grandpa

It has been 4 weeks without Grandpa, and I miss him everyday. I came across this song the other day, and although not everything in the song is like Grandpa it sure made me think of him. There are so many parts of the song that describe Grandpa so I wanted to share it. If I was this creative I would have wrote a poem or something, but this song is perfect.

Grandpa
By Justin Moore

You stood on that bank when I got baptized,Gave me a 30-30 when I turned 9. At 16 you caught me drinkin' out in the barn.I could hear you cheerin' when we won state, and you held my hand at Grandma's grave.And I'll always be thankful, that you never sold the farm.

Grandpa, you stood so tall,Chewed that Red Man wore overalls.You were the same man on sunday morning as saturday night.You were five foot six to the top of your hat but, when you talked about the war I thought you were superman.American born simple man with a southern drawl.You walk the walk, talk the talk, Grandpa.

You still swear Roosevelt was the best. That a home grown tomater tastes better than the rest and, fifty years goes too fast with a woman you love. Well this life I've chose is gettin' busy now and when I walk up on your front porch; It's just like I'm still young.

Grandpa, you stood so tall,Chewed that Red Man wore overalls.You were the same man on sunday morning as saturday night.You were five foot six to the top of your hat but, when you talked about the war I thought you were superman.American born simple man with a southern drawl.You walk the walk, talk the talk, Grandpa.

Yeah, American born a dirt road man with that slow southern drawl.Now keep walkin' the walk and talkin' the talk, Grandpa.

The memories will last a lifetime.

I'm not sure how old I was, but when I was young Grandpa and I went on a motorcycle ride at the cabin. I really dont remember much of how it happened, but I remember chrashing, and we went down the wash. Grandpa hit his head on a rock or something, He only cared that I was ok. A few scrapes and bruises, but we were both ok. He was so loving though, and he didn't care that he was hurt, as long as I was ok.

Grandma and Grandpa took me to California to visit my mom, and I remember the trip being so much fun, and I remember Grandma and I listening to Juice Newton the whole drive home. I felt so special. They were really good at making me feel special, Taking me to the cabin when my parents weren't going. There are alot of cabin memories, but other memories too. Like Grandma taking me shopping for my birthday every year.

And of course the spaghetti. Grandma had the best spaghetti in the world. I could go on and on about her spaghetti. Grandpa took over the spaghetti making when grandma died. He would make me spaghetti and bring it to me every year on my birthday. I think yesterday was the first time I didn't have spaghetti coming for my birthday.

I dont know how we lucked out to have grandparents like Grandpa and Grandma Gurr, but I am a better person for having them in my life, They were always there for us, and they are missed everyday.

I couldn't have said it better myself when Bradlee said " Grandpa will be missed by alot of people, I know he loved me, and I will miss him so much."

Thank you Kimber for starting this blog, and always posting great memories. I hope the rest of us can help by posting our memories as well. I cant help but smile when I see a new post. Grandpa and Grandma left such a great place for us, and I hope we continue to go to the cabin and stay close as a family. I am blessed to have a family as close and wonderful as ours. Thanks!

Grandpa and Grandma Stories

Now is the time to make sure their stories are never forgotten. Please, everyone take the time to post your favorite stories of grandpa and grandma.

I'll start with an experience that was highlighted in my poem. I was about 8 or 9 years old and we were at the cabin. It was in the summer and the dog food was sitting on the porch in a bowl. It was disappearing faster than the dogs could eat it and at the same time grandpa's truck wasn't running very well. He lifted his hood to see what was going on and found dog food all over his engine, tucked in every nook and cranny. Grandpa walked to the cabin, got his gun, walked back to his truck, and started the engine. A Pack rat went bolting out of the truck's engine compartment and up the mountain, but he wasn't fast enough. Grandpa jumped out the the truck and without even aiming he shot the pack rat dead. Every jaw dropped excepted grandpa's. He had a wide grin. Grandpa walked a little taller that weekend. If I didn't know better, I would even call it a strut. A cowboy through and through.

Cowboy Guy

Stetson hat and bolo tie.

Sunday best, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.

If grandpa wasn't home, nothing was wrong.

He had cabin fever all year long.

At the cabin the grandkids ran awry,

While he watched from the porch with a smile, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.

Fishing, hunting, going exploring.

He made sure life in Fruitland was never boring.

He would come over for dinner or just to say hi.

Then home to watch bull riding, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.

And bring on the food, 'cause grandpa could cook!

Though I don't think he ever referenced a book.

Who needs instructions to get a turkey to fry?

He didn't, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.

Grandpa taught me a lot, like how to care.

How to work hard and how to swear.

How to plow snow with a tractor, how to build a shed.

How to shoot without aiming and kill the "blankety-blank" rodent dead.

He taught me all politicians are liars and crooks.

And how sometimes you got what you wanted 'cause of your rugged good looks.

But most importantly he taught me to help others, rather then stand by.

And that's what he did, my grandpa, my cowboy guy.

Love you grandpa.

See you in heaven.

Love, Kimber

Thanks Grandpa and Grandma

I am now in my 30's.  Yes, shocking I know, but I still remember going to Fruitland, Utah on a very regular basis while the cabin was being built. I was quite young but I remember we would stay in grandpa and grandma's trailer at night, and explore the terrain all day.  That's how it all started.  When the cabin was finished it officially became the coolest place to go and Jeff and I were the envy of all our friends.  Grandpa was always making improvements to the cabin and making sure we were having a good time.  Grandma was always making sure our bellies were full of the most unhealthy treats a grandma could provide (fried chicken, chocolate doughnuts, candy, soda, and so much more).  It was heaven on earth.  Sometimes we were going 100 miles an hour hiking, boating, sledding, and 4-wheeling.  And sometimes we just sat on the porch for hours watching the chipmunks, squirrels, and birds as they feasted on the treats grandma left for them.  Over the years the memories have grown and so has our family.  Now it is my turn to help build the memories with my kids, but it won't be the same.  You see, grandma died a few years ago and grandpa's time here on earth is short.  But despite the pain and heartache, I will always have the memories of grandpa and grandma at the cabin and when I think of that, I smile.

Cabin Fever!

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