Recently I was given a piece of Grandma Julia's history, two pretty little drinking glasses that belonged to her when she set up housekeeping. I intended to set them on my Hoosier cabinet, but instead they have found a nesting place on top of my pie safe in the dining room.
Bruce & Julia McFarland Thompson
It wasn't but a few short months after their Kansas visit that we got a phone call saying Grandpa had passed away, due to a sudden heart attack. We didn't have much money back then and Indiana seemed such a long ways from where we lived, so we didn't go to the funeral. And quite a few years later, Grandma went on to her Heavenly reward.
So I don't have very many memories or stories about "Grandpa Bruce", other than what has been told to me.
Like how he used to about make little Bobby cry when he "milked a mouse".
Or how his boys had to drive the old slop truck through town & gather up garbage to feed their hogs, once accidentally dumping the muck all over their sister!
Or the time he tried to sell a "moon-eyed" horse to a friend.
Or how for punishment, he would make his boys get out in the yard & cut the grass with scissors!
I wish we would have had a little more time to get acquainted. From the tales I've heard told, Grandpa Bruce was quite the man!