Pop Pop

pop-pop
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Mom had asked me if remember her father. Pop-Pop we called him--Louis
Grant Robinson. He lived with us some time during his last year. I was
about 6 or 7. He always came to dinner in a neatly pressed brown suit, white shirt
with stiff collar, tie, and, of course, the ever-present pocket watch. White
hair and mustache. He was so clean! Mom said that when he worked on
the railroad, her mother would press his overalls and put a crease in them!
Sometimes he'd play the fiddle. I don't remember his voice well but remember
him saying my mom's name: Katherine...Katherine.

She's still in the hospital and is experiencing pain. She had another
CAT scan and had just finished a drip when we got there. "Electric
Lights" she said of the liquids that will restore her electrolyte levels.
The nurses call her Sassafrass because she's so little (4'8) and sassy.

Still having heavy downpours. A neighbor had to go home to Wilkes-Barre to
help his family move furniture to the second floor as they are expecting major
flooding about 2 pm tomorrow.

Listening to Irma Thomas "After the Rain".