A wonderful accounting of memories of a quieter time. Two great influences on my youth were my dear maternal grandparents. They believed in the Golden Rule and that when you gave your word you kept it. After all, isn't that all we really have? Granddaddy was funny and serious, a farmer and Bible School teacher, while Grandmother was the epitome of the farmers wife, selling butter and eggs and canning everything she could get into a mason jar. A recounting of a Granddaddy who was spiritual and funny and had a response for almost anything. Included are all of the sayings she ever heard him utter plus a few more that, even though he might not have said them, they make her think of him. And of a Grandmother who, though blind, could see far beyond the visual. Whos calm demeanor would settle even the most upset child. These wonderful memories are too good to keep to oneself. People today need to go back to that simpler time if only for a visit.