Grandpa's Wisdom

One of my first memories of Grandpa was him "teaching me to write". I was 4 I think because mom and dad were still married and Grandma wasn't sick yet. (At least not that I could tell at that age). They were still living in the Midvale house I think, but we were on the farm at the time. Grandma and I were sitting in the old green truck... or was it the white one? Anyway, we were down by the trailer (next to the cement foundation thing) and I was bored. Grandma gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. I don't remember Grandpa coming over or how the conversation started but I remember telling him that I didn't know how to hold the pencil correctly. His response was "It shouldn't matter how you write as long as what you write is worth while" I have never held my pencil correctly and to this day when people notice it and ask me why I always have the perfect answer. :)