On October 27, my grandfather Lee Allder passed away, a little over two weeks after receiving the news that he had cancer in his liver, kidneys and lungs.
During the few years that my Mom was a single parent working two jobs (NALC and the Grand Union grocery store), we were frequent visitors at my grandparents house. We'd have fried chicken or spaghetti, then watch the Andy Griffith Show, the Carol Burnett Show, or M*A*S*H. We'd pull the hair on Granddaddy's legs when he'd fall asleep in his recliner. These are good memories.
The photo above is from our only recent trip to my grandparents' "farm" - not really a farm, but more of a place in the country. It's in the Stanley, near Luray in the Shenandoah Mountains. It's 90 acres of quiet and solitude. We also spent quite a few weekends there growing up, bored to tears, just as my Mom and Wanda had been when they were dragged there as kids. It was a place that made him happy, and the place where his ashes will be spread this spring, just as he asked.
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