My grandparents and my mother have been gone for a few years now. I miss them something terrible. But I have every story they ever told embeded in my heart. I loved to hear my papa say to my mawmaw people were so trusting that they went to bed with their doors open, "them was the good old days". Then he would start telling me about how much cheaper every thing was, how friendlier every one was. It would get on mawmaw's nerves and she would say, "Grady you keep your two cents worth to your self. What did happen to Yesterday? But as for today I would trade today for papa's years any time.