Hi to All,
This story is written by a MAN who loved his grandma.
A nice story - will make you appreciate family . . . however for most of us, it's too late!
My grandmother died in the 50s, but her birthday is coming up, and that always causes me to reminisce. The long walks we used to take to the store in town, the sixpence she gave me for meaningless jobs like pulling weeds or washing the footpath...
Those gems were all good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 13. We were sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 40 soda bottles for the deposit money on a beautiful spring day.
She told me that one day, I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family. 'And always remember this thing,' she said. 'Be sure you marry a woman with small hands.'
'How come, Granny?' I asked her.
She answered in her soft Scottish voice. 'Makes your willy look bigger.'lol!!
Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?
