Lambs to Lions

My next thank you goes to my mother’s parents; Bamp (the grandkid’s name for our grandfather) and Grammy Lunney.  I loved their little house in Westfield, Maine.  It was the safest place on earth to me.  Bamp taught me to play cribbage and cared nothing about your self-esteem; in cribbage if you don’t count all your points, the other person can take the points; Bamp would take my points, even when I was 7 and 8.  It taught me to pay attention.  My grandfather was a hard-working man of Irish descent, I think in many ways he passed that trait down to his children, which in turn was passed down to me.  His steadiness in my early life filled a void.  He died too young from complications from a car accident where he suffered carbon monoxide poisoning.  I will never forget getting the news when I was stationed at Cannon AFB in New Mexico.  My grandmother is still remembered in my family as a great cook.  Her cinnamon rolls were my FAVORITE thing she made; closely followed by her homemade donuts.  She doted on her grandkids and loved them without limit.  Gram was a reader and a night owl.  She loved old movies and television.  I loved the safety that I always felt at their house as a kid.  The picture below is me and Gram in 1959.