"Livin' With Pap"
Our grandfather, "Pap" Price lived with us. As noted in a previous column, the only television shows he enjoyed were Bill Cardille's Studio Wrestling and Lawrence Welk. He read the Ellwood City Ledger, Pittsburgh Post Gazette and The Grit, front-to-back, while chewing Mail Pouch Tobacco. Each night, he'd wind his pocket watch and announce, "Well... it's time to put the body in bed." I remember Pap during our episodes of showers and thundershowers. Early June thunderstorms were a blessing in western Pennsylvania, providing our garden with needed moisture for the early plants. The storms also provided a moment when he and I would sit on the back porch glider watching and listening to the storms. When the thunder rolled, he would say, "Well... the angels are bowling..."