Me Grandpaw Hutchins was a great man. He was quiet and kind and would help you any way he could. But he was a man with a plan, a man who had a schedule and kept it.
At 5 AM he rose without the aid of an alarm clock. This meant that at 9 PM he went to bed. Period, end of report. Now, if you were visiting you could stay as long as you wished and help yourself to whatever you liked. But bedtime was bedtime and that was that.
During one visit one summer we were all sitting out in the front yard under the old shade tree and having a fine old time, about two dozen of us aunts and uncles and cousins and grandkids. Right on schedule, Grandpaw Hutchins took out his pocket watch, saw that it was 9 in the evening, and proceeded to head into the house.
"Mal (what me Grandmaw Hutchins called him) you ain't going' in to bed are you?" Grandmaw asked.
"I got to, Mae," he replied over his shoulder, never breaking stride. "It ain't comin' out here to me."
That story has always stuck in my mind. I love the little things in life.
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