by Dutch Henry | Coffee Clutch, Grandpop
They were leaving the house as I drove up. I’d been trying to visit more often lately, Grandpop hadn’t been feeling all that well, even though his wide smile peeking out from under his thick white mustache, and those glittering eyes never let on. But the...
by Dutch Henry | Coffee Clutch, Grandpop
Howdy Friends! His friendly smiles always took charge of the moment, times and situations I knew I’d handle differently, most certainly with less effect and understanding. Grandpop always knew how to make things understandable, on a higher level. Sometimes with just...
by Dutch Henry | Coffee Clutch, Grandpop
Howdy Friends, We had drifted to the back yard, Grandpop, Lisa and me. Grandpop wasn’t up to riding, or walking very far, so the chairs just off the porch seemed a good place to rest. The view of the mountains, not so far away, but far enough to paint a glorious...
by Dutch Henry | Coffee Clutch, Grandpop
Howdy Friends! I knew I was in for a treat when I saw the tiny white car with the local newspaper’s logo on the door parked halfway between the barn and house. Every once in a while they’d send an intern out to have a chat with Grandpop and write a story....
by Dutch Henry | Coffee Clutch, Grandpop
Howdy Friends! Fall knocked on the door. Air light and crisp. A few maples sported red patches. Hummingbirds mostly gone. Flowers fading, but bustling with goldfinches stealing seeds from cosmos, zinnias and marigolds. Grandpop loved fall. Always said it geared him up...
by Dutch Henry | Coffee Clutch, Grandpop
Howdy Folks, As we like to do on rainy days, Grandpop and I drove to town for breakfast at the Tumble Weed Diner. Hard to tell if the driving rain had kept folks at home, but except for a few regulars at the counter, and two very citified fellows in business suits in...
