Gramp’s Ailments
by Willis ‘Skip’ Barshied I just awoke to face another day. I needed no alarm clock or any prompting except the prompting of the Creator. It is strange what one remembers as they conjure up the happenings of long ago. I’d like the reader to meet my Great Grandfather. His name was David Hubbs, but I just called him Gramp. In the matter of relationship, he was my mother’s mother’s father. Gramp Hubbs made an impression on me but not quite the same as Grandpa Garlock, my mother’s father who, since we lived in the same house along the creek at Marshville, I knew as well as my parents. Gramp Hubbs came occasionally to stay a day or two. I recall a day when I was not quite six years old - at least, I hope I had not reached that age when I should have had reason enough not to do what I will now relate. Mother said, “It is lunch time. Go up and wake up Gramp Hubbs.” I climbed the stairs and went to the second door on the right. Well, there is Gramp peacefully sleeping. I gently spok...