Remembering Grandpa Hampton

What I remember is having a good time with him, having a good time picking blueberries when Grandma made blueberry pancakes. He helped me with my homework and he read me stories. My dad tells his dad’s story about playing with boys who were bigger than he was. He wasn’t a big boy. They jumped across the creek and he tried to do the same thing. When he realized he couldn’t do that, he turned around and jumped back. Do you think this could be true? Another story he liked to tell was about why he had such thick toenails…ewww. He said he got them because he kicked a lot of rocks in his bare feet. He grew up in Etowah, Tennessee, a very small town. He taught my dad how to do the taxes when he was very young and he taught my dad how to play golf. Dad still has Grandpa’s old trophy. He was a kind and loving person. He took care of my dad, my aunt and my uncle really well. He died just before Sheri was born. Grandma knew how sad Sheri was to have missed her grandfather so she told Sheri all about him.