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Taft Family Album What I remember about my Grandpa Absalom Taft Sr. (Letters to Felice Jordan) 07/23/1991. Dear Felice Received your letter and was glad to hear from you. I will try to remember what I can of Grandfather. When I was a kid going to school we always stopped in to see them. My Grandmother always made buckwheat pancakes for breakfast and I just loved them so I would always eat with them. She made the batter in the fall and used out of it all winter, each day adding a little new to it and kept it siiting on the warming oven of the stove. He always had comb honey on hand and I loved that. He had an old phonograph that played cylinder records and I always liked to play it and it had a horn on it that the sound came from. He had a lawn swing and was always sitting in it and we would have to sit and talk with him and eat cookies with him. He had a big grape vineyard and we could have all the grapes we wanted to eat but we could not pick them, he had to. He also had lots of apple trees and we would pick some to eat on the way home. He was a big man and had a long white beard. He was still alive when I first got married but I did not see him as much as when I was younger as he only lived a half mile away from us. This is about all I can remember... Love, Uncle Howard. Agnes Taft Walton 07/22/91. Dear Felice. So nice to hear from you. It is a beautiful morning here, we have had very hot weather and no rain. You ask what I remembered about my grandpa Taft. He has been dead a long time , but as a kid, I remember him, he was a big man. I always remember he had white hair and a long white beard. When I was little, going to school we always had to stop and see them at night, and there was always homemade cookies for us. He had a big swing out in the yard and I remember sitting out there with him. My real grandma was dead but I had a step grandma. She was the only grandma I knew. He had a big apple tree out back of the house right by the outdoor toilet.. In the fall it had big red apples, that were so good. We did not know the name of them so we kids called them "The Backhouse Apples". Now we know they were the McIntosh. Maybe that is why they are my favorite apples. They are all good memories but it has been so many years I have forgotten many thing about him. Tell all your folks hello. Just talked to yuor grandma She is same as always. We do not see each other very often. Love Aunt Agnes. Go to Page Four
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