They were my grandparents and I always called them Grammy and Poppy. I remember back in the 70’s they had a CB radio in the kitchen next to the old rotary phone that hung on the wall with a cable that stretched all the way across the living room and out to the porch. You had to watch it when walking through the living room if they were talking to someone while sitting on the front porch. If Grammy knew you were coming, your favorite foods would be cooked and sitting on the kitchen table when you arrived.
I remember riding in the back of the yellow 1972 Ford truck while they drove us over to Buckhorn Lake to swim.