Winston Churchill's American Cousin and Other Tales

We walked and we walked and it seemed like hours before we finally made it to the cemetery and since it was the first cemetery Eddie and Robert had ever visited it took a lot of enticing to lure them in.“Stop bawling” Aunt Katie screamed as she grabbed her sons by their scrawny arms and started to drag them through the half-opened gates. “We’re only going to be here a few minutes to meet your grandpa and then we’ll go home.” Well the minute Eddie heard the words “meet your grandpa” he let out a scream that could have awakened grandpa from his twenty-year nap. And as soon as Eddie started bawling Robert grabbed hold of the iron gate with a resolution that would have done Hercules proud. Meanwhile I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to say hi to grandpa after all. Maybe we should just toss the pretty plastic flowers over the fence and run like hell.“We’re not going to see grandpa” my mother said “we’re just going to pay him a little respect. He’s dead and he’s buried and he’s going to stay that way! Now get a grip and follow me.”