Jack D Macdonald in Detroit
When my grandfather, “Jack D”, was visiting our home in Detroit, Michigan one particular time, he was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. He wore a hearing aid, which in those days entailed a little box that men put in their shirt pockets.
This particular day, my brothers David and Art and I were playing on the floor in front of him. We ranged in age, at that time, from about 7-2 year. I guess we were making a lot of noise. Not changing his expression at all, my grandfather peered around the paper, looked at us, reached in his pocket, shut off the unit and continued reading.
Never said a word or gave us a disdainful look. Just went on with his reading.
Characters • Ferguson, Art • Ferguson, David • Ferguson, John • Macdonald, Jack D • Stories • Storytellers • told by John Ferguson | Dave Ferguson February 9, 2006
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By Dave Ferguson, February 27, 2006 @ 10:21 am
A follow-up from my mother (in a phone call, Feb. 26, 2006):
When he went home from that trip, he was talking about his trip and somebody said, “How many children does Greet have?” And he said, “Well, if you listen to them, there’s twelve, but if you count them, there’s only three.”
By Rose Abril, February 27, 2006 @ 10:32 am
LOL at Grandma’s comment! How did she survive all those young children…I need her tips!