Petrified wood

My great grandparents on my dad’s side were a significant influence on me.  They were very kind and loving.  They lived in a nice double wide trailer in a very nice trailer park with other church (Baptist) members.  They were great fans of fruitcake as gifts for the holidays; in those days, fruitcake was fashionable.  Such innocent easy times they were.

My old family would make a point to visit pretty often, say every other month.  I was pretty young, so when we visited, I did a lot of snooping around like kids do.  I remember a picture of my cousin who has a slight scar on her lip because she chewed on an extension cord when she was young.  I also remember a beautiful piece of petrified wood they had on display from some vacation they took.  That artifact made the entry Petrified Wood in my Golden Book Encyclopedias come alive!

My great grandpa (Frank) was a master craftsman and my dad still has the fine tool chest he built.  I used my g-grandpa’s carpenter’s square more time than I can count in my Belden backyard carpentry projects.  Great memories!