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My Grandpa Paulson was as Norwegian as they got. He was tall and lanky and had a slow easy walk. I remembered he chewed “snuce” (tobacco) and always had a little residue in the corner of his mouth.
I didn’t care.
My Grandma Paulson was a former librarian, school teacher, and was an amazing cook. I loved her funny little sayings (several of which I catch myself using on my own kids). My personal favorite was her “speak now or forever hold your pee!” That was her was of saying use the bathroom before you leave the house to go shopping because, once we leave, I don’t want to hear about it.
He used his knack for these wooden letters to create the message “Oleo Acres: One Of The Cheaper Spreads” which greeted anyone coming up the driveway from the side of the garage. It took me quite a few years to realize that Oleo was an old-school term for margarine. I am pretty sure it took me until the 4th grade to figure out it didn’t say “Oreo.”
If I was good, they’d let my push around the old-fashioned-manual-rotating-blade-grass cutter. It was big and heavy and made a cool “cheesh, cheesh” noise as it cut. It’s a miracle I didn’t cut something other than grass. Like my legs or toes.
Maybe I just chose to remember them as they were.