Making plans with Grandpa is like entering a save the date entry onto my calendar. He will have the chain saw sharpened, fueled, and a thermos of black coffee ready. I’ll pick up jelly donuts.
Grandpa will repeat how wood heats three times. When you cut it, haul it, and burn it. The surprise came when he told of Grandma tipping over the grain truck during the 1952 harvest. She was not hurt, but humiliated terrible, and swore him to secrecy.
Grandpa was cremated last week, and with Grandma now. Felling trees is not work, it’s a labor of love.
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