The Hancock-Henderson Quill, Inc.
by Dessa Rodeffer, Publisher/Owner
September 4, 2013
Grandparents Day is Sunday, September 8th, and oh how I wish I could go to the old home place outside Olena and visit my grandparents again. It was a Sunday afternoon ritual I miss so much. I realize that I cannot go back as Dr. Johnson said in his South Henderson Church sermon, but I would really like to continue on visiting the farm where Grandmother made the best meals, no matter how simple. I still do not know why everything she made tastes so much better than anyone elses. She would surely laugh today to find out how much â"ready made" foods we eat. I miss our hikes to the pond, watching the sheep being sheared, eggs being gathered, throwing corn from the crib to the hogs and watching them roll in the mud.
I liked watching Grandpa working in his garage and running to the pump outside to pump water. Grandma always liked to sit in the swing on the porch and watch us do tricks in the yard and she would play badmitton with us. She always had time. We went into the cool cellar together to fetch the eggs or potatoes kept there. I loved the musty smell.
We played checkers, she peeled us apples or gave us a slice of bread from her bread box and they were delicious. She always laughed, always let us win, and made us feel loved. I hope I can pass some of that good feeling on.