I wasn't around when my grandaddy was alive, but oh the stories I've heard about him. A Godly man first and foremost, and a hard working family man on top of that. Back in those days, God and family were very important; church was a must, work was more than necessary, and having the kids to help with that work was a blessing. From my experience in today's world of easy living, patience is a characteristic that is rare indeed. Nothing happens fast enough for us; if there is an easier way, we will take it whether it's as effective as the old ways or not, and we are always in a hurry. It seems as if we are always hurrying to finish one thing just so we can start something else, sometimes never finishing any of it. It's a world of hustling and bustling wherein we can barely even tolerate someone stopping by for a visit. All we can think about is them leaving so we can finish doing our important "stuff". However, I remember a day when times were different; a time when it was politically correct to show up at someone's home unannounced. They were glad to see you and were willing to put aside whatever mundane task they were in the middle of to "set a spell" with an agreeable smile and a friendly face. I also remember countless Sunday nights after church at Granny's house where the leftovers from dinner were heated and consumed; the conversation was meant for adults and the youngin's were sent outside to play in the lane. Such happy memories I have of hearing momma laugh at uncle John's shenanigans, and hearing uncle Booger whoop in excitement about a new gospel song he had heard. Uncle Walter was always good for some piece of knowledge that was amazing to discover; I remember thinking that he must know more than anybody in the world! Jake and I were inseparable, he was the best friend I've ever had, right up to this very day, hands down. How could i not love a guy that was willing to share his daddy with me for all of our younger years?