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'Pappy" the best I have ever read! I dare u not to cry.....
Pappy was a pleasant-looking old fellow.


He had the whitest hair which
he kept neatly cut and combed.


His eyes were blue, though faded with
age, and they seemed to emit a warmth from within.


His face was quite
drawn, but when he smiled, even his wrinkles seemed to soften and
smile with him.


He had a talent for whistling and did so happily each
day as he dusted and swept his pawnshop; even so, he had a secret
sadness, but everyone who knew him respected and adored him.


Most of Pappy's customers returned for their goods, and he did not do
much business, but he did not mind.


To him, the shop was not a
livelihood as much as a welcome pastime.


There was a room in the back of his shop where he spent time tinkering
with a menagerie of his own precious items.


He referred to this back
room as "memory hall."


In it were pocket watches, clocks, and electric
trains.


There were miniature steam engines and antiq ue toys made of
wood, tin, or cast iron, and there were various other obsolete
trinkets as well.


Spending time in memory hall delighted him as he recalled many
treasured moments from his past.


He handled each item with care, and
sometimes he would close his eyes and pause to relive a sweet, simple
childhood memory.


One day, Pappy was working to his heart's content reassembling an old
railroad lantern.


As he worked, he whistled the melody of a railroad
tune and reminisced about his own past as a switchman.


It was a typical day at the shop.


Outside, the sun illuminated the clear sky,
and a slight wind passed through the door.


Whenever the weather was
this nice, Pappy kept the inner door open.


He enjoyed the fresh air,
almost as much as the distinctive smell of antiques and old engine oil.


As he was polishing his newly restored lantern, he heard the tinkling
of his bell on the shop door.


The bell, which produced a uniquely
charming resound, had been in Pappy's family for over a hundred years.


He cherished it dearly and enjoyed sharing its song with all who came
to his shop.


Although the bell hung on the inside of the main door,
Pappy had strung a wire to the screen door so that it would ring
whether the inner door was open or not.


Prompted by the bell, he left
memory hall to greet his customer.


At first, he did not see her.


Her shiny, soft curls barely topped the
counter.


"And how can I help you, little lady?" Pappy's voice was jovial.


"Hello, sir." The little girl spoke almost in a whisper.


She was dainty. Bashful. Innocent.


She looked at Pappy with her big brown
eyes, then slowly scanned the room in search of something special.


Shyly she told him, "I'd like to buy a present, sir."


"Well, let's see," Pappy said, "who is this present for?"


"My grandpa. It's for my grandpa. But I don't know what to get."


Pappy began to make suggestions .


"How about a pocket watch? It's in
good condition. I fixed it myself," he said proudly.


The little girl didn't answer.


She had walked to the doorway and put
her small hand on the door.


She wiggled the door gently to ring the
bell. Pappy's face seemed to glow as he saw her smiling with excitement.



"This is just right," the little girl bubbled.


"Momma says grandpa loves music."


Just then, Pappy's expression changed.


Fearful of breaking the little
girl's heart, he told her, "I'm sorry, missy. That's not for sale.


Maybe your grandpa would like this little radio."


The little girl looked at the radio, lowered her head, and sadly
sighed, "No, I don't think so."


In an effort to help her understand, Pappy told her the story of how
the bell had been in his family for so many years, and that was why he
didn't want to sell it.


The little girl looked up at him, and with a giant tear in her eye,
sweetly said, "I guess I un derstand. Thank you, anyway."

Suddenly, Pappy thought of how the rest of the family was all gone
now, except for his estranged daughter whom he had not seen in nearly
a decade.


Why not, he thought.


Why not pass it on to someone who will share it
with a loved one? God only knows where it will end up anyway.


"Wait... little lady."


Pappy spoke just as the little girl was going
out the door, just as he was hearing his bell ring for the last time.


"I've decided to sell the bell. Here's a hanky. Blow your nose."



The little girl began to clap her hands. "Oh, thank you, sir. Grandpa
will be so happy."

"Okay, little lady. Okay.



" Pappy felt good about helping the child; he
knew, however, he would miss the bell.



"You must promise to take good
care of the bell for your grandpa, and for me, too, okay?" He
carefully placed the bell in a brown paper bag.


"Oh, I promise," said the little girl.


Then, she suddenly became very
still and quiet. There was something she had forgotten to ask.


She looked up at Pappy with great concern, and again almost in a whisper,
asked, "How much will it cost?"


"Well, let's see.


How much have you got to spend?" Pappy asked with a
grin.


The child pulled a small coin purse from her pocket then reached up
and emptied two dollars and forty-seven cents onto the counter.


After briefly questioning his own sanity, Pappy said, "Little lady,
this is your lucky day.


That bell costs exactly two dollars and
forty-seven cents."


Later that evening as Pappy prepared to close up shop, he found
himself thinking about his bell.


Already he had decided not to put up
another one.


He thought about the child and wondered if her grandpa
liked his gift.


Surely he would cherish anything from such a precious
grandchild.



At that moment, just as he was going to turn off the light in memory
hall, Pappy thought he heard his bell.


Again, he questioned his
sanity; he turned toward the door, and there stood the little girl.


She was ringing the bell and smiling sweetly.


Pappy was puzzled as he strolled toward the small child.


"What's this,
little lady? Have you changed your mind?"

"No," she grinned. "Momma says it's for you."


Before Pappy had time to say another word, the child's mother stepped
into the doorway, and choking back a tear, she gently said, "Hello, Dad."


The little girl tugged on her grandpa's shirttail. "Here, Grandpa.
Here's your hanky. Blow your nose."





 
 
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