John M was my great grandfather. He was tall and willowy, with light white hair and bushy eyebrows. Grandpa was spry up until the day he died. He use to walk the raileoad tracks not far from his home on Fifth Street picking up empty pop bottles. Many of the neighbors thought that he was poor, but Grandpa did this for exercise. Grandpa could tell some of rhe best stories. I just wish I had thought to write them all down.