I’m sitting in my stuffed rocking chair, knowing that I am becoming more and more like my grandfather. He had a reclining chair and would sit in it each morning and read the newspapers. First he would read the Deseret and then the Salt Lake Tribune. If he hadn’t been Mormon, I would imagine him with a pipe clenched in his teeth.
Time and place
Time and place
Time and place
I’m sitting in my stuffed rocking chair, knowing that I am becoming more and more like my grandfather. He had a reclining chair and would sit in it each morning and read the newspapers. First he would read the Deseret and then the Salt Lake Tribune. If he hadn’t been Mormon, I would imagine him with a pipe clenched in his teeth.