The Waterbury Democrat., 1944-06-16

eyebrows which were as carefully groomed as the Vrl white beard that covered the lower part ot his tace ne was always meticulously attired and in the proper habiliments for whatever the occasion might De- rom garden party which he loathed to salmon fsnlng expedition which he loved.
 He lived in a T shaped two-storied house in forty acres of land between the Big Sugar Loaf Mountain on one side and the Little Sugar Loaf Mountain on the other The place was called Kilmurray Grove, and it's still Kilmurray Grove for all these years hard oy the Glen of the Downs in the County of Wicklow which in case you do not know, is in Ireland.
 To the small boy it was the most wonderfulles place in the world For in it. and around it there was every thing the heart of small boy could desire And Daek of it a always there Grandpa gentle and smiling, and enjoying little boys joy
 Tn the house there were many rooms, but the incest of all was the Drawing Room for off the Drawing Room there was conservatory, and when the small boy opened the doors and went in there were all the deep pungen odors of beauty which ever have stirred an Irishman's soul For Grandfather loved flowers, ana the Marshall Ney Roses in the porch entry were ms especial pride. Grandpa always pleased that the small boy loved Marshall Ney roses too. Grandpa was quite fond of the small boy.
 Grandpa, the little boy used to think, a king. And in many ways-in more ways than are gwen to- many men-Grandpa was king He ruled his little domain with kindly despot's hand. And is was sweet, sweet domain. It was domain of horses and dogs and flowers and poetry and little trout1lled stream burblng it's way here, and anguishing there, like tired lady it spilled itself over the low land of the Grove.
 Under Grandpa's rule was the cook but everyone knew she wasn't the cook. She Mrs Price And Price the coachan and the little boys most especial friend And there Brigd the downstairs maid, and Bedelia the upstairs maid and Joe who used to curry the horses making strange noises through his lips to the delight of the small boy And there was Seumas who used to help around the place. and the head gardener who's name the small boy has forgotten and the two assistant gardeners and the boys who took of the poultry, and Jim who lived bit up the mountain Grandpas Grandpa with milk and who's buxom wife would give glass of it, fresh had come from the COW to the small boy.
 Grandpa was very proud of his little grandson for far beyond his years the little boy understood Grandpa ways. There was bathroom in the house with running water from Grandpas flow-of-gravty water works the Little Sugar Loaf Mountan but for his weekly bath grandfather dsdaned the luxury painted modern bathrooms. Instead, an arm-chair-shaped bath was moved into his bedroom Bedelia would pour into it the right amount of water while Grandpa would watch her, sitting up in his bed his nght-cap still his head Bath mornings were very boring to the small boy
 Other mornings much fun For Grandpa wont to rise early to join little boy already awake and dressed. And then there the wonders of the big garden-there was the cooks garden the flower knot, the garden-but the big garden Grandpa's pride.
 < You went in this gate in the stone wall, always through this gate and you'd take this walk and you'd
 
 would chuckle with pleasure if he thought he had beaten his neighbor Mr. Corbett-who lived miles away-who also enjoyed life Grandpa enjoyed life.
 The tour of the garden a ritual. Then after that on some mornings Grandpa would fish in his specially stocked stream and come home with several trout for small boys breakfast, and his own. And then indubitably ride, Grandpa very big and high top of Bessie, the roan mare and the little boy on nier nag to scamper to Mr. Corbet to tell him of his find in the garden that morning sometimes to be triumphant sometimes to be doWncaSt, and little petulant because Mr. Corbetts triumph overtopped his own. And all the time small boy watching and listen- ing to two old gentlemen wranglng in friendly rivalry and getting thrill out of it far beyond his years
 Always on these occasions there would be luncheon at MT Corbetts house from which the small boy would slip discreety away. For he had friends of his own in Mr. Corbetts house. But there other times dearer when Grandpa and the small boy were alone walking hand in hand over the fields and under the trees and Grandpa teaching the small boy of God and country and loyalty, and respect for Womanhood . . . Somehow the day always came to end too soon for the small boy and supper would be and Grandpa would gather his retinue in his study to say the Rosary And then it would be time for bed
 Then Grandpa would shake hands soernnly with his little companion of the day. and the small boy would go upstairs, with candle to light his way He would ndreSS and climb between the sheets and listen to the soft winds of Ireland rusting the trees It could have been frightening in the dark room: but somehow