Emphasis Preaching Journal
When I was a lad...
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When I was a lad my best pal was Jimmy. I thought Jimmy had the smartest grandmother in the whole world. We would go to visit her each summer. She lived on a farm in the hills of Kentucky. Everything one ate at her house came from the farm. The eggs, the sausage, the milk, the biscuits and gravy were all homemade. The cookies she spoiled us with she had made fresh daily. There was something else about her I remember. She seemed to know everything about Jimmy. I suppose it was because she owned the land and she knew what we would do on every inch of it when we were away from the house.
