It was 29 years ago this morning that that this little 8 year old boy lost his namesake, Grandpa John Tiarks. I remember where I was, what we were doing, what I was wearing & where we found him, out in the pasture checking fences the morning he passed. It was great being a little boy & having just right across the yard to play with whenever I wanted. I cant recall how many times I woke him up to play tractors in the yard or even on the couch he was just lying on & it never bothered him at all. We played a lot of baseball in the yard & he pushed me in the swing all the time. When dad was trucking grain to town we would always stop in front of grandpas house to pick him up for the trip to town. We would play this sorta ridiculous leg slap game that was seemingly perpetual & is one I play with my boys today. I would tag along with him to the grocery store in Underwood all the time. Many trips there ended in him buying me a few farm toys. When the day came he had purchased me every farm toy they offered I thought it was a good idea to start purchasing a second set :). Mom put the brakes on that after one trip! Lunch ritual around the farm at that time was dad, me & grandpa heading to the Dew Drop in McClelland for lunch. These were the first years that dad was a bank director with Farm Credit & I recall a day he was gone to meetings. After a morning of playing farm with grandpa, dad gone to his meeting lunch time was upon us & I figured the Dew Drop trip was no dice that day but I was wrong. Grandpa John figured we had been farming pretty hard that morning so off to McClelland we went for lunch. Man Im not sure Ive felt that special since. As the saying goes that you wont remember what they said but you will will remember how they made you feel then that was my Grandpa Tiarks because I cant recall a word he said to me but man I still miss him & know how great he made me feel. A picture of him from the late 70s with his Hereford fat calves & new Baasch Corral Panels hangs behind my desk to this day. I wished I had half of his patience because I could more than use it. Balled hard the day he was gone & still tearing up as I write this today. Thanks for the man you were Grandpa & letting me borrow your name. Love you. Your Grandson John
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 12:16:04 +0000
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