Son, Say Goodnight To Grandpa - Part 1

Ages ago bygone childhood delighted especially Florida (sunkist) grandpa Harris (Aaron) indulged jais nais sais quois kibitizing lovingly, mirthfully naturally offering pleasing qualities, rendering slender tanned under venerated wristwatch (analog), x2c yielded zealousness. thee paternal grandfather oft times visited our rural abode at that time one sturdy estate (originally called Glen Elm) wildlife crowed within the plush wooded tract (slated, parceled, and mapped) to explode with cookie cutter lookalike slap dashed, shoddy tinderboxes (vinyl city) growed on formerly untamed, uber virgin woods, perhaps early boondocks getaway hoed and plowed, but indomitable (once abandoned) nature relished reversed grape seeded tracery igloed yet 'pon reflection, I ponder how early occupation knowed no habitat foresaw wreckage when decision via wealthy Leipers, (wealthy owners of The Bell and Clapper) unanimously crafted mode das operandi to build stately sturdily summer country villa, (circa early 1900's) which residence whittled down to 324 Level Road - demesne comprising about a half dozen acres eventually acquired by Boyce Harris February 28th 1968 - mort aged toad a near singlehanded undertaking to create thee abode whence majority of thine lviii years spent, now crafted in poetic code