I remember many summers spent with my grandparents in Central City, Ky. We called them Gramps and Grandmother. They both had very distinct personalities, and I have never met anyone else quite like them. Although they were very generous and treated us out to dinner and toys often, you knew better than to ever cross them.

Gramps loved to fish and took us fishing many times. They would take us to a really nice restaurant in the Kentucky Lake area called Sues & Charlies and we would eat all of the fresh catfish that we could handle.

Grandmother used to work for the government. She was a really good cook, and we spent many Thanksgiving Days at their house when we lived in Western Kentucky. I especially enjoyed her sweet potatoes in orange halves.

Grandmother died in 1991, only a couple of years after we moved to Eastern Ky. She had been very sick in the hospital and my mom was in Brazil on a mission trip. We were told that she didn't have long to live, so mom had to fly home and made it just in time before she died. It was really sad, because Gramps was never the same after she died.

We spent some time at his house one summer while on vacation. Gramps died in 1995, just a couple of days before Christmas. His funeral was on Christmas Eve. This left me with only one grandparent left, my dad's mom.