Grandpa

When I was a little girl, I had a grandpa that always wore blue denim bibbed overalls. In fact I don't believe I ever saw him in anything else except when he marched in the parade with other WWI veterans, they all wore their uniforms for that. He always had a pocket watch in, of all places, the watch pocket on the front of those bibs. I loved to set astraddle his lap with my head on his chest and listen to his watch ticking away the time and breathing in his scent. He smelled of sage brush & wild animals. Probably because he was a "hunter". He did not always kill the animals he hunted, but he loved to hunt. Being from the western-slope of the Colorado Rocky Mountains there was plenty of sage brush, and in the late 50's there were plenty of animals to hunt too... and he had some stories! but this is one of my memories of grandpa. He & I had gone to the hen house to gather eggs. We put them into a bucket and headed for the house.. for some reason I wanted to run. "I bet I can beat you to the house!" I told him and took off running.. before I got to the house, grandpa passed me up. I was shocked. I did not think grandpa could run, let alone run fast.. I laughed.. he wanted to know why I was laughing.. he probably thought it was odd to lose a race and laugh about it, ha ha. I told him because I didn't think he could run..and of course, he wanted to know why I thought that? "because I've never seen you run" was my response. ... this was my mothers "daddy" and I loved him dearly..
....I think there's a lesson there. - just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it's not there ...or something like that, ha ha.