Garden of Love © Kirk Gregory Czuhai all rights reserved
My paternal grandparents were quite the farmers. Although I have less memories of them than my mothers folks as the both died earlier the memories are as loving. I would like to talk little about the planting of their important garden.
Grandma never really did talk to me hardly at all but I remember he always cutting oranges in half and peeling them around the edges an planting them in my little hands for me to eat.
Grandpa would no matter what the situation was with my dad being ill, walk over two miles as old as he was to plant kisses on my forehead. Very often he would also plant a hard earned dollar bill when they wer big amounts of money especially for him and us in my hand. And alway plant "I love you.", with me
- kirkczuha love and peace,
(kirk) kirk gregory czuhai