My Uncle Grant

My Uncle Grant died this week at 81 of a stroke.  I have fond memories of him. His girlfriend, Jeniel Judd, was my Beehive leader and I think she paid me special attention because she liked my uncle! When they married they lived for a short time in our basement. We girls thought it was so romantic because they were evidently very much in love and we noticed how Jeniel primped each day before he returned from work.

Thanks to Gail, I have a description of the funeral. "On the inside of the program they have the family genealogy, calling it 'Fugal Family Orchard--more than just a tree' (they have 12 children) On the back were listed 'Dad-isms.'

* Noooobody oughta be in bed past 6 o'clock in the morning.
* We can't afford to save that much money.
* This here's the arm that shook the world, and this is the one that stopped the world from shakin'.
* Better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than open it and remove all doubt.
* Figures can lie and liars can figure.
* Can't we get through one meal without somebody spillin' their milk?
* You gonna make a career outa that?
* You're burnin' daylight.
* We'll have to make an obsquensification.
* If you can't spell a word at least 3 different ways you got no imagination.
* Ain't you had no yankin' up at all?
* Kids your age don't get tired.
* You savvy that?
* It'll feel better when it quits hurtin'.
* The only thing you can do in bed after 6 in the morning is rot!
* That was graceful and cow-like."

He was a great man and I can't quit thinking about how happy my Dad was to see him!