As I have written about several times in the past, my brothers and I were very close to our grandparents. With five boys in the house, my mom would break us up and allow my younger brother and me to stay with Gramps and Nanaw (the name I always knew my grandma by) during the summers and other holidays throughout the year. As I think back on it, I am struck by how much the world has changed since those days.
On a visit there during the summer of 1952 something occurred that I have not witnessed since that evening. Nanaw and Grandpa had been invited to supper by some a member of the church and her husband. She was anxious for Nanaw to bring us along since her youngest boy was off fighting in Korea.
We drove for quite awhile into the country outside the tiny city of Irving, Texas until we finally arrived at the home of Nanaw’s fellow church member. After being exhorted to be on our best behavior, we piled out of the car and headed to the house. My brother and I were captivated by what we saw. We walked past cages upon cages of rabbits; cute, furry rabbits, everywhere! My brother and I stopped, petted and played with them.
