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<blockquote data-quote="Little Joe" data-source="post: 1777524" data-attributes="member: 39122"><p>I had the great honor of growing up next door to my Dad's parents and spent tons of time with them, especially my papaw, he was always my hero. He was born in 1923, the second of 4 and the oldest boy on a cotton farm in eastern Arkansas where his dad was the 3rd generation to farm that ground. They were like everyone else that farmed at that time, cotton was cash crop but they had about any livestock you can imagine and a huge garden. Papaw was also a WW2 hero who served in Patton's 3rd army Infantry and received the bronze star for bravery. After the army he was a mechanic and cotton farmed some and kept some homestead livestock. He was tough as hell, smoked 2 packs a day starting at 10 years old til he died at 81, always raised a big garden and caught some hellacious bass. He fished about 3 days a week after retirement out of a one man scamp boat. Grandmother was born in 1926, was a beautician until she was 75 or so, she died at age 93, lived by herself until 92 and drove until 90. Broke her hip at 85 had surgery and recovered well, crawled in the house the night she broke it and slept in floor until next morning when she called my dad to take her to Dr. She was tough as hell too, weighed 90lbs soaking wet but didn't back down from anyone. She could cook a turd and make it taste good. Man I miss them, I'm grateful all the stories they told me and the lessons I got to learn from them. Most people who meet me instantly see that I have alot of what is considered old people ways that I got from being with my grandparents alot. I wouldn't trade that childhood for a million dollars, didn't realize when I was young how good I had it and what a priviledge it was to have that generation of people help raise you and teach you. I feel like I was born 100 years too late most days.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Little Joe, post: 1777524, member: 39122"] I had the great honor of growing up next door to my Dad's parents and spent tons of time with them, especially my papaw, he was always my hero. He was born in 1923, the second of 4 and the oldest boy on a cotton farm in eastern Arkansas where his dad was the 3rd generation to farm that ground. They were like everyone else that farmed at that time, cotton was cash crop but they had about any livestock you can imagine and a huge garden. Papaw was also a WW2 hero who served in Patton's 3rd army Infantry and received the bronze star for bravery. After the army he was a mechanic and cotton farmed some and kept some homestead livestock. He was tough as hell, smoked 2 packs a day starting at 10 years old til he died at 81, always raised a big garden and caught some hellacious bass. He fished about 3 days a week after retirement out of a one man scamp boat. Grandmother was born in 1926, was a beautician until she was 75 or so, she died at age 93, lived by herself until 92 and drove until 90. Broke her hip at 85 had surgery and recovered well, crawled in the house the night she broke it and slept in floor until next morning when she called my dad to take her to Dr. She was tough as hell too, weighed 90lbs soaking wet but didn't back down from anyone. She could cook a turd and make it taste good. Man I miss them, I'm grateful all the stories they told me and the lessons I got to learn from them. Most people who meet me instantly see that I have alot of what is considered old people ways that I got from being with my grandparents alot. I wouldn't trade that childhood for a million dollars, didn't realize when I was young how good I had it and what a priviledge it was to have that generation of people help raise you and teach you. I feel like I was born 100 years too late most days. [/QUOTE]
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