IN LOVING MEMORY OF AL WOOD Last Friday I went to visit my Grandpa Wood as I mentioned in an earlier post. That evening he took a turn for the worse and on Monday he passed away. I will treasure our last conversation and I am glad he is now at peace with God.
Memories...When little my Grandpa would always pop real popcorn on the stove and we would have real butter on it. Every year I could count on peaches and apples waiting on me that he made sure came from the best orchard of the year. And most of all I will never have a rhubarb pie that I don't smile at how he helped me to get it out of the garden and ready to take home.
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