When I was just a young girl of five I spent a few weeks at my grandparents home in Olive Hill, but the memory of it has lasted a life time. My grandfather took me to a small little store, we walked, his hand in mine. His legs seemed so long, and he so tall. When we got to the little store he bought me penny candy and the lady behind the counter put my candy into a "poke". It was the only time I ever really had with my grandparents but I treasure it.

Later grandpa and I went up the hill with a old metal bucket to fetch spring water. Grandpa showed me how to cup my hands and catch the water in them. It was the best tasting water I have ever had in all my life. Forty years later I can still taste it.

My grandfather has meant more to me in life than he ever knew. He was a preacher. I expect one day I will be able to tell him that I have not forgotten the story of Jesus he told me. Until then.. I will remember with joy a day with my Grandpa.

Arthur Shelton