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that I hang on my wall But oh, the memories it helps me to recall. I see the bleak old homestead It sat in prairie grasses | ![]() |
![]() | I see the unfinished attic where we were put to bed All cozy warm and snuggled deep in Grandma's feather bed. A woodpecker had pecked a hole I sat in Grandma's kitchen |
with pride and loving care- His favorite cup, his special plate, and his own Captain"s chair. I remember on Grandpa's birthday I was privileged to set the table. And then above each plate, | ![]() |
![]() | The birthday cake sat on a stand, the centerpiece for show And everyone admired it as we watched the candles glow. Now Grandpa's gone so long ago |
was since destroyed by fire; And there is little left of all the earthly things they did acquire. But it all comes alive again | ![]() Janice Weeks, Chamberlin, Hankins, Rogers |
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