My grandfather Oscar was not perfect. He was not glamourous. Oscar was a good man. He built his house with his bare hands and paid cash for it as he went along. He and grandma Lorene cooked on a hot plate for themselves and 3 children while they built one house and lived in another.
After my grandparents should have been finished raising children, I came into their lives and they welcomed me as their own.
For a few days I will be posting remembrances of my grandparents and what they mean to me... and the lessons I learned from their example.
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