My old Grandpa, was born in 1880 in Hickory County.
He started smoking long green home grown tobacco, when he was about eight.
Then he attended the Weaubleau Christian College for two years when he was about twenty.
He earned two thousand dollars in gold, working as an engineer in the tall timber of the Pacific Northwest, until he rode home on a train back to Hickory County and bought a bottom land farm on the Pomme De Terre River.
My Grandma would decorate the graves of his infant children, and his first wife who died in childbirth tying to have him a son, and I still do.
Grandma wrote a book, that was all about her and Grandpa, and it's published.
She showed me her pictures, of when she was 21, and saw my 38 year old Grandpa, for the first time as she looked down from her window, thinking her young life was over because her fiance had been killed in the Argonne Forest.
I have photographs of Grandpa on his fiftieth wedding celebration, of him walking on his hands, because he was still so limber and wiry.
And my God when Grandpa died it was quite a show.
I was there along with all three of his children, all his grandchildren, and we allowed Grandma to light his last cigarette.
If you lit Grandpa's cigarette, he required you to remove a Blue Diamond Strike Anywhere Match from the box, and strike it on a certain rock, that I still own.
Grandpa's Brand
And he also chewed, snuffed, dipped, and smoked pipes and cigars.
If he had not been so stubborn as to demand his only son to drive down from Kansas City to wind his clock and trim his toenails, he might be alive today.
Uncle JIggs managed to keep his clock wound, but the poor old man had bad circulation, since he was ninety two and all, and he got an ingrown toenail, and the resulting infection put him right in Gardner Cemetery, not far from our yearly family reunion our good old Grandma started.
She's buried right beside him.
He didn't need no Zippos.
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My Mama said she never really saw her father ever work up a sweat. He was happy all the time, and they always had plenty, because he was a jack of all trades, and could just about fix anything the neighbors had that was broken, that they'd bring to his house.
And when she went off to become a school teacher, he handed her two one hundred dollar bills, right in the middle of World War Two, when money was scarce, and she was so worried her only brother would have to fight the Nazis or Tojo.
Uncle Jiggs, never heard a gun go off,in Germany, and lived happily ever after, married to my Aunt Bobbie, who married him on their first date, and his four daughters and me love our family reunions, each year in Hickory County.
Uncle Jiggs, never needed any Zippos, either.
He gave away all his Zippos he used during the war to his grandsons, after his father in law died of cancer and he quit smoking.
He said a man could buy nearly anything in Germany in April and May of 1945 with a package of Lucky Strikes.
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