Friday, February 17, 2006
32/365 Grandad
Bogman, slow-moving, slow-talking, hat-wearing. Never heard his voice raised, never saw him gesture anything but “c’mere for a chat”. Walking to the pump with him for water was my great treat on our summer visits. He’d stop to let me pick flag-iris, warn me to watch for “nickels”.
# posted by GreenishLady @ 5:55 AM 
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Ah. The nickels confused me too. We had different accents, living in different parts of the country. "Nickels" were nettles - stinging weeds? Took me a while to figure it out. I used to scan the ground looking for "foreign" coins!
I love the "bogman"... it conjured up an interesting image of this person (which I'm sure was totally inaccurate!)
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