When I thought of old, I thought of my beloved Grandaddy who lived to be 95 years old. He was such a special man. Us, grandkids, had so much fun with him! He got a pool basically just for the grandkids (and we couldn't use it that often, because we didn't go to the States but every few years). He played croquet with us whenever we came. Often he preferred goofing off with us instead of taking part of the adult conversations! I miss hearing his laugh and his wonderful stories. I miss hearing his little sayings, like "Oh boy!" and his little observant comments that he always had...he would surprise us with his remarks even in the final months. I still miss him. One of the hardest things is that Felix was never able to meet him. We had planned to visit in July and sadly, he passed away in the end of April. He left a legacy behind though. He taught us a lot about loving the Lord and serving Him with all your heart. He taught us how to be hard workers and care for your family. He was a great example of a godly man.
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But back to the picture of the day ... when he died, our uncle sent out an email of various things that he had from our Grandaddy. One of those things was a hand bell that Grandaddy's dad used to call the cows for milking and feeding. I thought it would be fun to take that bell and have a reminder of Grandaddy and his legacy. So here is the bell ... who knows how old it is ... 80 some odd years ... or more. And MAN is it loud!
What's the oldest thing you have in your house??
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