My Grandpa


				*My Grandpa*



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Welcome Winter Sunset

Time ticks on, but you're still in our hearts every day...

There are some things I have deleted and other things I have kept because I felt that they were important for each new visitor and maybe even to those returning. Please click on each page header to view the new things.

Thank You

This page is dedicated to my grandpa, Alvin Lee Hipp who died 10-10-08.

My grandpa was a quiet, gentle man with a lot of patience. If you ever saw him mad, it was rare and for a good reason. At his funeral the pastor said this of him:

"Lee was a kind and...humble man. Back when he was much younger, and a superintendent of the church we had a special service called a foot-washing. There was a man in the community who was a very "simple" man, mentally. His movements and walk were jerky and uncoordinated. When he walked down the isle that night, your grandpa situated himself so that he could wash this man's feet".

Check Back Often...

My grandpa touched the lives of many people, and through this site I hope he will touch more. I will be adding photos, stories and phrases that he was always telling and saying, and hopefully through his life, be an inspiration to others.

Grandpa Doesn't Care...

My icecream dripped on his good pants, But grandpa doesn't care.

His fishing tackle's tangled up, His rod is who knows where.

I've lost his keys in the garage, I've made a mess out there.

I'm always getting into things, But grandpa doesn't care.

I help him in the garden cause We're really quite a pair,

I pull the plants out with the weeds, But grandpa doesn't care.

When I am grown and on my own, And visits home are rare,

I won't forget the love I got When grandpa didn't care.

Author Unknown

I saw this little poem on a plaque once when I was trying to decide what to get my grandpa for a gift sometime or another. I actually passed up the plaque, but I remember it bringing tears to my eyes way back then because this was exactly the way my grandpa was with me. When you read "My Little Stories" you'll see why.