Article Title
Keywords
grandpa, memories, grief
Document Type
Essay
Description
The last time I tried to write about Grandpa Larsen was over Christmas break. The fruit room door was open and the light was on over Dad's fly-tying desk, where a peacock feather lay among some half-tied nymphs. The basement was cold and quiet, except for the pipes humming with water. When I closed my eyes I saw myself standing by a window. The curtains were blowing against my arms, and Grandpa was sitting on the patio.
Recommended Citation
Larsen, Lance
(1987)
"Swede,"
Inscape: Vol. 7:
No.
3, Article 29.
Available at:
https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol7/iss3/29