Today's post is about my Granddaddy Moss. Granddaddy was born on November 2, 1907. He worked hard on his family farm from an early age and eventually bought his siblings shares and it became his farm. At age 38 in addition to running the farm, he also worked at the Ordinance Plant. He invented something or other to improve some piece of weaponry and he didn't get credit for it. So he quit. Well, you couldn't quit a job for the war effort in the 1940s unless you went to fight. So he was drafted and he became an MP in France. He was a strong young man, but by age 58 he was an invalid. He suffered 13 strokes and eventually died of an aneurysm in 1983. That brings us to my heating pad.
Granddaddy used a heating pad a good little bit because he was in constant pain. Bless his heart. He got around, though. Even though he hardly ever moved from his bed he still drove to church and drove into town. He'd sort of fall into the car and Mama and Daddy made my sister and me promise that we wouldn't go anywhere with him. They didn't share their concerns with him or Grandmother - and besides shelling peas and guessing what color the next car would be that passed the house there was not much to do on the farm. Pam and I were always happy to go with Granddaddy to the barber and to Wal-Mart where he would offer to sell us for a nickel. He said he could probably get a quarter for Pam since she was older and could work harder. No, we begged - don't sell us, and he'd just laugh.
Back at home after falling back into the car to drive us home and lifting his own leg up to position it near the pedals he would get to feeling pretty bad again. Grandmother would set the heating pad up for him after rubbing him down with Ben-Gay - which you are not supposed to use together - but they did all the time.
My back has been really messed up lately so I got a heating pad that even has a massage feature today, and I am feeling a little better now. I think Granddaddy would have enjoyed it.
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