When My GrandPa Sparked The Forgotten Act
Life’s treasures hidden in plain sight
3 min readNov 23, 2019
When I looked down the road where my grandfather’s walking stick touched- it was a brown road — no tar, just solid mud and the sift of sand that touched his feet. He traversed that road with every guest to the main tar road bus stop from his now 100 year home. He was born in the same home more than 97 years ago — a home with…
