Just my memories as I remember them. As life goes on we tend to forget. Life with my two sons was sometimes good - sometimes not so good - but - always memorable
Monday, June 7, 2010
Strike Gets a Belly Roll
Grandpa was asked to join a bowling team. I loved going to watch him. Grandpa started this ritual that whenever he got a strike he would take his belly and shake it up and down. Everyone would laugh, however, we always knew they were laughing with him and not at him. Sometimes when we were out and about someone would say to him "oh you're the man from the bowling alley that shakes his belly" Grandpa's reply was always "Yes, so you were there when I got that strike!" It was kind of cool that so many people knew and talked about him.
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