I remember when I was a young child of about 9 years old, I always had the privilege of visiting my grandparents in Rutherfordton, Carolina North, during summers. I loved my grandparents with all my heart since they were the only group I ever knew. My father had left my brother and me very young and his parents seemed to have left like him. From time to time they resurface but have never really played a role in my life. My mother's parents were known to all of us as "Maw-maw and Paw-Paw." Since I'm from the North, all the Yankees called their grandparents "Grandma and Grandpa." I always felt very special being able to call them Maw and Paw. It made me feel like “they” were different from the other grandparents and in my eyes they were. My Maw-Maw was very short and plump, glasses, wore a dress with an apron, and pure white hair with yellow highlights. I remember hugging her one day and the sun was reflecting in her hair. I noticed the yellowish streaks running everywhere. My hair was dark brown and I wondered what I would look like with white hair like her. His hands worked three times as hard as the years I had lived. They were hands worked to the bone by farm life, but when I was hurt, she comforted me. These hands that you would have thought belonged to a neurosurgeon. She married at 13 and had her first child at 14. Eight children in all and a 54-year marriage to follow. My Paw-Paw was tall and had coal-black hair. His skin was as brown as clay and he never showed his skin. He always wore long-sleeved shirts, overalls and boots. He said, “The Lord does not want us to run naked.” Later I learned that my Paw-Paw had a lot of these Lord s...... middle of paper ...... no swing, dirty bare feet and licking honey up to his elbows . My grandparents were very religious people and their Christianity was of true faith. Every morning and evening he sat in his old green armchair by the table lamp and read his Bible. Seeing him do this every night, it was through his example that I knew that my Paw-Paw was a loving, kind and good man. Just before turning off the light, he went to the old clock on the wall and, with the key, wound it before going to bed. In the morning, same routine. He would read his Bible and then wind the clock for the day ahead. Grace was said before every meal and you were always asked if you said your prayers before bed. I loved that about them, they knew and loved God so much, but I hadn't even really known Him yet..