Old rake

The stool of the life of my father's father settled on has three legs: food, sleep and sex.
He had never been saddened for more than a couple of days and,

now that I think about it, there was samebody like him, it  was an old co-worker.
Even suffering harsh situations like the death of his wife, the death of his mother and brothers, the divorce of his second wife, economic losses in a business could keep his face serious for more than forty-eight hours.

Being born a few years before the Great War would have been something that marked him since he was a child.

As for food, he was always ready to eat; it did not matter that it was seven o'clock in the morning, two hours later or at any time and whatever, sweet or salty. He didn´t  turn-up his nose at wine either, even though an insipid English plonk.

When my grandfather returned home from work he sat at the table and my grandmother reminded him that he had to wash his hands. Grandfather, grumbling, was heading for the washbasin. The operation was over in no time waiting for the grub.

Curiously, in that respect, his daughter-in-law was more like him than his own son.

If one day the food was not on the table, my father's father would fall into the rocking chair and no sooner said than done! Asleep! And after lunch my grandfa fell asleep again. Now we know that some people have problems while they are sleeping. It´s a illness which closes your throat and can suffocate you if you don´t wake up at that moment.

Yet I don´t believe that this phenomenon has ever had the back teeth closed.

The visual field of my old man´s old man, if we speak about females, stretched as far as his cataract allowed him. Any woman in her age of legal responsibility and upwards could fit into his sight. He didn´t worried height, hair colour, pebble glasses or – when he was older- false teeth. She could be no deflowered, married, widowed – if you can imagine other marital status too-  and he had guts for setting up his catch.

The gaffer was always accompanied by a woman and he was dead happy.

My father told me these things about his father so I would not forget my cradle. By the by, neither my father nor I have that skill.

A scientific study agrees that my ancestor was right.

From my Borstal.

LDR