I Knew I’d Forgotten Something!

by Mollianne on November 21, 2014

I looked at my calendar and realized November is just about in the rear view…

…and something was nagging me. You know that niggly feeling you get in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep.  I knew I’d missed something. Its been a very busy month and I simply knew I’d missed something. Then it hit me.  November 4 was election day, but it was also my Grandpa’s birthday. I try to honor my Grandparents on their birthdays and I flat out forgot.  So although I’m more than a day late and generally always a dollar short, here is a picture my Grandpa Buster.


I love this picture, because this is how I remember him.  In his uniform. Ready to go to work. Or just home from work. He always had a smile and a hug or a pat on the head for me.  Sometimes, a piece of candy or gum in his pocket, as well.

He sat by me once when I didn’t want to eat my oatmeal and had let it get cold. It was so nasty and I wasn’t allowed to leave the table till I’d eaten every bite. And no more milk to wash it down, either.  He slipped me a nickel for every bite I took. I love oatmeal now, and I always remember him when I’m gobbling it down. I smile with the memory of that gentle, kind man.

I remember him as a quiet man with a gentle way about him.  He was a habit of creature.  I never once saw him outside without a hat on.  He kept a notebook every summer with a count of how many fish he’d caught for the day. He didn’t eat the fish, but he loved catching them.  I remember him at the old water pump in the yard. I wanted to pump water so badly but was nowhere big enough to do it.  He would ‘help’ me and I’d hang on and get a bit of a ride. I sometimes sat beside his chair and he put his hand on my shoulder while we watched football on Thanksgiving.  We didn’t have to talk. It was simply comforting to be near him. Those little things mean a lot to me now. I cherish my memories of him and the love he quietly and gently showered on me.

Last night, I found a letter my Sweet Daddy wrote to me when I took my maiden name back after my first marriage ended in divorce.  This is what he had to say about Grandpa and our family name.

“Through the years I have always appreciated the fact that my father was an honorable man, a man of character.  He never acquired much of this world’s goods, never was famous, never had those things come his way that would elevate him high in the eyes of men.  But there was always that honest character that I admired.  I have tried to live in such a way that others would see those same qualities in my life.  And although I haven’t been able to give you kids a lot as far as the thing sort this world are concerned, I have tried to give you a good name, and a kind example to follow.”

It is because of men like Grandpa, Daddy and my Uncle Ronnie that I hold my maiden name in such esteem and always take the extra nanosecond to write out my full name. Mollianne Buster Massey. Because it reminds me who I came from… who my people are. People like my Grandpa Buster who was known in his community as a man of honor.

So, even though I’m 17 or so days late, I want to honor Grandpa with my words. Even more with my life. I pray that I will carry his name and conduct myself in such a way that my children and grandchildren and even their children will be able to say about me what I am so easily able to say about my Grandpa.

Ward Lee Buster. A man of honor, honesty and character.


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Carol November 30, 2014 at 6:27 am

Very sweet and thank you for sharing.


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