I loved my grandpa. He was a tough guy, a body builder type in his youth. He trained soldiers to fight in WWII. He passed away when I was in 3rd grade.
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as tough as he was, he was a pretty good grandpa. He kept a comb – a 6″ black one – in his pocket, and when I’d wake up from naps – my head all sweaty – he’d comb my hair into place.
We also would read the comics together. And he let me sit in the front seat of the car and change the radio stations.
When I picked my nose he’d say “Bryner, whatcha doin? Pickin’ a winner?”
He hated strawberries because he didn’t like the seeds getting into his teeth. So I told him I’d invent a machine that picked the seeds out of strawberries…..oops…..never really got on that one.
He even shared his food with me!
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oh you should find that babe-a-licious one of his body building picture from when he was younger. i think it's in my room.
what a guy.
weird, my grandpa always has one of those small combs too. maybe it's a generational thing.