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The Sickle in the Lilac Bush
Aug 1955 | Franklin, New Hampshire, USA
My grandfather, James Hamilton Sweenie, died when I was only 5 years old and I don't remember him very much. I do remember, however, when he and my grandmother visited us in Franklin, NH, during the summer of 1955. My parents, my younger brother, Bruce, and I had moved into a new house on an acre of land. The grass had not been cut for a long time and was nearly waist high. My father's parents drove up from Maryland and my grampa helped my dad cut the grass using a sickle. It was a several day project and when they were finished, my grandfather hung his sickle in a white lilac bush near the back door of the house. He complained at that time that his arm was hurting. My grandparents drove back to Maryland. Grampa died a couple of weeks later of a massive heart attack. The sickle remained in the lilac bush until we moved out of that house in 1961.