{That /Beautiful/ Hat}
Yet another story about my half-insane great-grandfather, Thomas.
A good year or so ago, I was at his apartment, ( Luckily its an apartment at a very nice Assisted Living, THANK GOD. ), with my grandmother (His own daughter). We were having a 'lovely' conversation, and somehow, don't ask me, I don't remember, we got on the subject of a beautiful hat he once had.
Grandpa: Oh yes, it was a beautiful hat, oh yes. You should have it, the most beautiful shade of red, it was.
Me: Really? I think Mom might have that hat.
-two seconds later-
Grandpa: Oh really?! It was such a beautiful gray hat, it was. n.n
Grandma and Me: -exchange glances and wonder just what color it was-
I still, to this day, don't know what color that hat is. Personally, I think it was red, because once upon a time, my mother wore a red hat to that description. But, just who knows? Not even Grandpa does.
Yet another story about my half-insane great-grandfather, Thomas.
A good year or so ago, I was at his apartment, ( Luckily its an apartment at a very nice Assisted Living, THANK GOD. ), with my grandmother (His own daughter). We were having a 'lovely' conversation, and somehow, don't ask me, I don't remember, we got on the subject of a beautiful hat he once had.
Grandpa: Oh yes, it was a beautiful hat, oh yes. You should have it, the most beautiful shade of red, it was.
Me: Really? I think Mom might have that hat.
-two seconds later-
Grandpa: Oh really?! It was such a beautiful gray hat, it was. n.n
Grandma and Me: -exchange glances and wonder just what color it was-
I still, to this day, don't know what color that hat is. Personally, I think it was red, because once upon a time, my mother wore a red hat to that description. But, just who knows? Not even Grandpa does.
