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.
100 words
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Living In Eternity 
Enjoyed your story. It starts out on a “looking forward to” note. In the end we’re sad to learn all the fun times with Grandpa came to an end last week. This is life, dear ones pass on.
Having known a few farmer’s wives, I believe Grandma was terribly humiliated. Worse than not catching the stream of grain when the combine dumps. 😉
The last few lines with their change of “time” — Grandpa gone now — should be in a separate paragraph, in my opinion.
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Thanks Christine,,,, I’ll make that edit.
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They lived to a ripe old age if she was old enough to be hauling grain in 1952, the year before I was born. 🙂
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Yes they did. Pretty much set in there way’s.. Very predictable. Thanks for reading Labor of Love, and your input Christine. Mother-in-law memorial was yesterday. It influenced story.
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This is a beautiful story.
Maybe check your tenses? Future, present, past…
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got it — Making plans with Grandpa is like — should have been – Making plans with Grandpa WAS like — :::smile:::
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The story is fabulous though!!!
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This was a lovely snapshot of peoples’ lives. I really enjoyed reading it.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you Susan, your comment means a lot.
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Hi Susan, I read your story “Stumped” but I have not yet figured out how to comment using “Blogger.” Hairy and Titch sound like a couple of fun dudes.
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Beautiful story, Dan.
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Thank you Moon. I really do appreciate you checking out Living in Eternity.
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Very nicely told.
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You are so sweet. Thanks Sandra.
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A delightful tale Dan.
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That’s how life goes on…
Well expressed 🙂
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I appreciate your affirmation Anita. Thank you so much.
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What a lovely story.
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I can understand this… I have a love for chopping wood.. if we just use it with care the felling of tree and the wood fire it creates is a work of love… the looking forward to the fireplace.
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Thanks for your feedback Bjorn. I do burn a cord of wood each winter.
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I love how this uses the activity of chopping wood to show how it feels to lose someone you love and how you never entirely get used to the reality of it.
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