Every morning, except Sunday, he spent a couple of hours tending his vegetable garden before having breakfast. After breakfast he read aloud from the Bible. I don't know how many years of school he had growing up on a farm. He didn't read well, yet he must have read the Bible cover-to-cover many times during his life. In fact, sometimes I wonder if he learned to read by reading the Bible.
Monday through Saturday he was in downtown Bryan, TX by 8:00 a.m. at the men's clothing store he owned with his older brother. At 1 p.m. he was home for lunch (my grandparent's ate their big meal at lunch). He would lay down for a 15-20 minute nap after lunch, then fill his pipe, put on his hat, and head back to the store. Every once in awhile I'll smell his pipe tobacco (Prince Albert). The smell makes me smile because it reminds me of him. I like to think it's him puffing on his pipe somewhere near as he watches over me.
Prototype of new purse I made yesterday. |
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