I remember wanting and getting this book for Christmas, 1965. I was 11 years old and I loved the comic strip, Peanuts. “The Gospel According to Peanuts” was written my Minister Robert L. Short. He used Peanut characters to illustrate his lectures about the Christian Gospel. At 11, I didn’t care about any of that. I just knew the book had Peanut comic strips inside.
A month or two after Christmas, my grandfather asked if he could borrow the book. He wanted to read it and, of course, I lent it to him.
A couple weeks later he gave it back to me. I looked at the cover of the book in horror. My grandfather had written all over the front of it, telling me his feelings on the book and what it meant to him to read it. I don’t remember what he wrote. I just remember being upset that he had defaced my Peanuts book.
Thankfully, I had the common sense to say nothing to him about the defacing. Later on, I tried to remove all the words he had written on it with an eraser. I had limited success.
Now, 49 years later, what I wouldn’t give to have that book on my bookshelf with my grandfather’s words still written on it. Why couldn’t I have had these thoughts when I was 11? Of course, when you’re a kid, you don’t have those thoughts. You think loved ones will always be there with you. You don’t think things will ever change, but they do. Two years later, in the spring of 1967, my grandfather passed away.
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