Day 27: My grandfather

I should really try to write longer memories, but we will see how this one goes. Life has been busy lately, and I haven't really had chance till my last break to write anything out. I will try to do better in the next few days.

I remember going down to my grandfather's garage when they lived at their old house.

He had a trainset there. I rememeber for awhile he had it set up, and we were allowed to watch it go around the track. I think everything on the set was decorated for Christmas because I remember fake snow among the tiny trees.

I also remember he used to collect National Geographics, and he had stacks and stacks of them lined up. I think sometimes i would pick up and issue, and scan through it. But mostly I just remember the yellow spines lined on top of each other.

I know after they moved we inheirted some. I think Nana said it was the whole collection, but it seemed when I was little there were so many more of them.

I can picture them stacked to the ceiling but I doubt that is where they were stacked too. I am not sure if we still have them. i know I still have at least one of the maps, it is pinned on my wall.

I remember there were a lot of things stored in the garage. I remember things stored even in the ceiling rafters. I want to say I think there was a canoe and paddles up there as long with some other things.

I remember he used to have these lance cracker jars. It seemed when we were little they were always filled, and we were allowed to take crackers when we came to visit. I think he also had a cooler where he would keep sodas, and that sometimes we were allowed sodas.

I remember going to visit my grandfather. I don't remember talking much to him, even later in life I wasn't sure what to say to him. i always felt a sort of awe for him, and wasn't sure what to talk to him about. I think I missed a lot by not talking to him as much as I could.

My grandfather was very smart, and knew a lot of things.

I remember sitting in one of the chairs next to the stack of National Geographics, and my dad would talk to my grandfather. I couldn't sit still in the chair, and was told to stop rocking. it wasn't a rocking chair, I was sitting up in the chair rocking slightly. I don't think I ever really learned to sit perfectly still, but for the most part it isn't as noticable as it used to be.

I am sure there is more to write, but I have to go back to work