This is my granddaddy Heath. He loved me and I him. Mom says that he liked to sit with me because I was calm and would sit quietly with him. He would catch white-faced bumble bees (male carpenter bees) out of the air with his hand. He'd let me hold them and then I'd let them go. He used to take me with him to the mailbox to get the mail and the paper. It was a loooong way to a little boy. I held his big rough index finger as we walked. I remember his finger being as big as a flashlight. He whittled wooden spoons for me and he made a whistle or horn out of the stem of squash leaves. I don't remember how to cut them correctly. He was gentle and slow-moving and I loved him.
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