Childhood Memories
Grandpa Warren was the type of person who did not have to yell to make a point; people just stopped and listened. He never needed to discipline because no one was brave enough to disobey him. There was never an uninteresting moment in Fayetteville, Arkansas because Grandpa always had a craft in the making, an exciting escapade planned, or something to plant in the garden. Grandpa could create anything out of wood, beautiful gazebos, benches, chairs, porches, and swings. We had friends at all the lumberyards that let us have the "Grandpa Warren" discount. Grandfather created a porch in his back yard that stood about seven feet high and wrapped around an Oak tree. My sisters, cousins, and I used to play on that porch for hours thinking of new adventures t
On several occasions we would walk down the street to catch an Arkansas Razorback Football game at the Razorback Stadium. Grandpa was all together one of the greatest people I have ever known and I miss him with all my heart. Out of all the memories I have of Grandpa Warren I never remember him being mean. Grandpa and I loved going to the lake, park, or making an adventure out of an ordinary task. My favorite things in his garden were the mint leaves because I could pick them for Grandmother's famous mint tea. Sometimes Grandpa would take me to the water place where we bought our bottled water, played with the biggest dog I have ever seen, and watched gigantic gold fish swim in a tank. I do not remember how long it took but soon these little purplish-red balls started to grow and I thus proceeded to take my first bite of a delicious wild muscadine grape. His homemade houseboat out on Hickory Marina Creek that smelled like fish was our favorite camping spot. He never punished me for anything wrong I happened to do. Sometimes, Grandpa Warren and I would have heart to heart talks at the park up the road from his house. I helped him plant tomatoes and banana peppers, even though neither of us ate them. Grandpa's large garden located at the left side of the house always had something growing. Grandpa told me to wait and I would be able to taste and see for myself.
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