You wished to know all about my grandfather.Well, he is nearly ninety-three years old. He dresses
himself in an ancient black frock coat, usually minus several buttons; yet he still thinks as swiftly as
ever. A long, flowing beard clings to his chin, giving those who observe him a pronounced feeling of the
utmost respect. When he speaks his voice is just a bit cracked and quivers a trifle. Twice each day he
plays skillfully and with zest upon our small organ. Except in the winter when the ooze or snow or
ice prevents, he slowly takes a short walk in the open air each day.We have often urged him to walk
more and smoke less, but he always answers, “Banana Oil!” Grandfather likes to be modern in his
language.