The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1917-04-21
Grandmother Gray S
Story Corner

Saturday mornings In April when
Jimmie G.'s mother was busy max
ing new spring clothes for Jean and
little sister Marty, who has just had
the measles and was still peeiing
off. So Marry and Jean had to stay
in the house to try on dresses, and
Jimmie G. was so restless that he
couldn't tell what he wanted to do,
until his mother suggested that he
might run over to Grandmother
Gray's, and off he started so fast
he even forgot his hat.
But when he reached that little
grey house. guess what? Instead Of
finding his grandmother baking
sugar cookies or gingerbread boys
or something nice and interesting,
she was cleaning kitchen cupboards,
and Of all things that Jimmie de-
spised, that was the worst. Fortu-
nately, however. the cookie jar was
full of good fresh cakes, so stuffing
one in his mouth and three in each
pocket, and then taking two more
just for good measure he started out
the back walk and went down to his
special seat, where the back fence
meets the wood-shed, and scrambled
up there to view the landscape
while he swung his feet and MUNICH
ed the cx-contents of the cookie jar.
But at once his attention was
drawn onto the other side of the
fence where man was STOPPING
over, and putting something in the
freshly spaded ground Jimmie
watched him for some time. Then
quietly slipping down over the
fence, he came up behind the man
and said in his most polite tone,
Good morning VIII you please
tell me what you are doing?"
The man glanced over his should
err. Hello Bill" he said, where
did you come from?"
my name isn't Bill" said the lit.
tie visitor. tits Jimmie G., and
came over the fence. Want sugar
cookie? | got lots of EN- My
grandmother bakes them and
they're awful good"
The man Strengthened up and
pushed his hat back on his head.
He was big man and Jimmie G..
had to look UP pretty high to see all
OF him. mo, l wouldn't take your
cakes even IL your grandma did
bake them. I reckon she's Mrs.
Gray that lives over here" he said,
nodding his head towards the little
grey house.
YES" said Jimmie c., and I'll
tell you, she's the best grandmother
that ever lived"
well, that may be-" said the
man. II never saw my grand
mother"
"You didn't" gasped Jimmie G.
"Why didn't she ever make you
gingerbread boy, or anything"
mot that | ever knew Of" said
the man. "She lived in Ireland and
We lived here"
Obi" And Jimmie G.'s eyes
grew big. Then are you an Irish
MON, 0uu 10 yOu HuIHt rat
mot quite" chuckled the man,
sits Michael But II | keep on talk.
ing to you the Germans will starve
use out OF house and home before
! get my onions set"
do onions set and hatch out
little onions just like chickens do"
asked Jimmie G. growing inter-
ested.
well no. you couldn't just exact.
ly say that" said that big Mr.. Mich.
ael, scratching his head. "Why you
talk like you never had a garden"
II haven't" admitted Jimmie c.,
feeling very sighted.
is that right" said the man.
"Why don't you know our country
Is in war and every man. woman
and child should be planting onions
and cabbage and potatoes and all
the other things we will be needing
all the time? Many's the time I've
heard my father tell how he would