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Once in a while I will hear this voice say " Is that you Nic?" My voice is so much like my Mothers that it was hard to tell us apart on the other end of the phone. My Grandfather was more like a father to me while growing up. I can remember scribbling on a piece of paper or the chalkboard in the barn and he would make a masterpiece out of it! He'd get me for that $5 too but I'd give it to him in CHANGE! He'd gladly accept with a THANX NIC n a crooked smile. He taught me how to drive stick ON...
Nichole Frame
June 12, 2010 | N.C.M, NJ