Grampa Don
Yep, that's me
- Location
- Orange county, Calif.
I was listening to John Denver sing about feather beds and it reminded me of the time I got to sleep in one. When I was 9 years old, we visited my great aunt Carrie in Festus Missouri. She was a funny old woman with a big old frame house and her beds were real feathers. You don't sleep on a feather bed, you sort of sleep in it. It kind of swallows you up. About all I can remember about the visit is that and the pump organ she had in the parlor that my brother and I played with.