The family had gathered, grandfather in a large chair. The chair dominated the small room.
Once strong, grandfather was frail, worn by years of toil and care. He saw his youngest grandson, just three.
“Come to your grandad,” he smiled with his hands held out.
The child approached, eyes bright for one he loved, not able to say granddad, “Gangy.”
Grandad sat his grandson on his lap, “How’s my big man?”
“Good, Gangy” he replied.
Grandad slipped a sweet to the boy, “Don’t tell mummy.”
“Hanks,” replied the grandson with a smile.
Gangy now long gone, the memory remains, the child grown to tell the tale.
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Sue
February 29, 2012 at 02:41
I remember my grandma’s favorite chair. It was a red one, and just thinking of it makes me think of her.
=)
Jim
February 29, 2012 at 04:47
This is a nice stotry, Ross. The word for grandfather of Gangy is new to me.
I believe your story might be true because our grandson would get those sweets from Mrs. Jim and me. Mostly it was ice cream. Also he would call me Bumpa and still does at age 31
Then when he got home he would tell his mom. He was not allowed sweets or ice cream at their home. Poor little fellow.
Ross Mannell
March 1, 2012 at 22:21
Thanks for the comment.
The story is true and the character was me. I don’t know why I used the name when that age only that it was easier for a three year old than grandfather. Most likely it was my earliest attempt that stayed in the mind. We lost Gangy before I turned four. My maternal grandfather was simply called Pa.
Apparently, Gangy enjoyed the reactions of his second youngest grandchild. 🙂 Despite my young age when he died, I still treasure the memory of him sitting in his chair.
Ross
Judee
March 1, 2012 at 01:13
That is so sweet. I can remember something similar with my granddad, memories sparked from long ago.
Ross Mannell
March 1, 2012 at 22:23
Thanks for the comment.
It can be amazing how memories are sparked. The chair prompt immediately brought back memories of a wonderful old man long gone but never forgotten. 🙂
Anna of Annas Adornments
March 3, 2012 at 22:24
Dear Ross,
What a beautiful childhood memory. I like your solution to this challenge.
Best wishes,
Anna
Marias’s New Chair” for SCwk 95
Ross Mannell
March 21, 2012 at 08:05
Hello Anna,
I missed your comment earlier for some reason. I’ve been busy with a number of things lately. 🙂
Jenny Matlock
March 20, 2012 at 10:16
Ross.
Ross.
What a beautiful story.
This brought a tear to my eyes.
I hope the child still has the chair.
Ross Mannell
March 21, 2012 at 08:06
Thanks for the comment.
The child was me. The story was true. The memories remain. 🙂