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From a lovely eulogy for a lost grandfather, this humorous memory.

Memories such as the times I would wait outside his back gate at 4 o’clock in the morning to accompany him to the Cardiff meat markets (he was a butcher). Chasing pigs’ eyes around the counter tops in his shop (gross, I know) as they evaded my grasp. Cutting my finger on a paring knife in his shop as I played with the implements he had told me not to. Him giving me my first driving experience at about age 11 in a mini with no brakes in a muddy field on a steep slope. The tales of his childhood, of the antics of his youth and of his experiences in the RAF. These are memories that will never leave me, memories that bring a smile to my soul.

A father or grandfather teaching a son or grandson to drive is a great memory.

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