Our grandfather, Bert Price, lived with us in the same house in which his children were born. A retired “railroader” at U.S. Steel, he chewed Mailpouch tobacco, gardened and read two newspapers every day from front to back.

He watched only two television shows, “Lawrence Welk” and “Studio Wrestling.”

As noted previously, he never had a driver’s license, but would sit on the front steps watching the cars -- waving at them when they honked.

No matter what the season in Pennsylvania, he wore the same clothes: long johns, coveralls, flannel shirt with suspenders, boots, work gloves and his railroad hat

When the thunderstorms rolled in, he rolled “out” to the back porch. We sat on the porch glider, not saying much, just gliding, listening and watching.