Grampa Was A Stickler For Honesty

Having someone's ear can be a no-no!

Some experiences are never lost.
Some experiences are never lost. | Source

Honesty is its own reward.

A short walk had turned into a period of being lost, a longer than wanted period.

When I finally recognized something familiar and found my way out of the woods behind my grandparents' farm, I was hungry as all get out.

The corn field was in front of me and I grabbed an ear of corn, husked it and feasted on the sweet, rich, milk taste and substance of the kernels as I walked to the farmhouse.

Entering the house I still had the last of the ear almost finished. Grampa and my Grandmother were just finishing supper, and my empty place was waiting for me with my supper still on the stove.

"I got disoriented," I said.

"What's that in your hand?", Grampa asked.

"I grabbed an ear at the cornfield", I said.

"Did you ask first?"

"I would have, if anyone had been there."

"That is called theft, taking something that belongs to another without permission."

"I can see your point, sort of like shoplifting, I guess."

"Not grand theft, but yes, petty theft. I'll need an affidavit."

"A what?"

"An affidavit in which you admit that you have stolen without permission. Your grandmother can draw it up and you can sign it."

Grandmother winked at me, but I was mortified, and ate the supper I had so looked forward to, in silence except for the now meaningless chit chat.

When the dishes were done, Grandmother wrote out "the affidavit" and Grampa watched as I signed it and promised that I would never take something belonging to another without their prior permission.

Grampa said, "Let that be that. I'm going to bed."

Grandmother winked at me, and pointed to the affidavit.

I remember the date to this day. It was September 6, 1957.

I read through the affidavit until I came to the date showing when we had signed.

Grandmother had purposely entered the date under each signature line where we had each dutifully signed, Grampa, Grandmother, and I.

The date line read "September 6, 1857."

I have the original framed on my wall, as a reminder not to steal, and not to sign anything without reading it carefully first.


© 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.

More by this Author

Comments 8 comments

Marketing Merit profile image

Marketing Merit 4 years ago from United Kingdom

Such a refreshing little tale! ;)

Clearly Grampa knew best but your Grandmother taught you a lesson too!

Lovely to hear that you still have the original copy of the affidavit also.

Some memories stay with us for ever.

Perspycacious profile image

Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond Author

I am glad you found this refreshing. Being the first to comment, yours is the most precious comment, for even if no one else comments, you have validated the time I spent publishing this article. Thanks.

midget38 profile image

midget38 4 years ago from Singapore

A good guide Grampa was! Thanks for sharing this!!

aviannovice profile image

aviannovice 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

You know that reminds me of a theft that I committed at the age of 3. The local dry goods owner always gave me a penny tootsie roll every time I came in. He was on the phone, so I got my own. My mother saw what I had done, and made me apologize to him for stealing. I never did it again.

Perspycacious profile image

Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond Author

What a great time to learn that lesson, age 3 and you were still innocent in that setting and situation.

Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Just delightful. Your Grampa was a smart man teaching you morals and right from wrong. Gently but forcefully. I admire him. If more Grampas would be like this nowadays might be less kids that go wrong. Thanks for sharing.

profile image

Janhorner 4 years ago

What a fantastic tale! I just love the way you have penned this. Reminds me of my days as a legal secretary and all the 'swearing' I had to take clients to. Loved Grandmother's little twist! Voted up,


mizjo profile image

mizjo 4 years ago from New York City, NY

Delightful. Good ole grampa and grandma, aren't they the sweetest of God's blessings? I never had a grandfather, but my grandmother lived with us till she died at 86. She was the most loving, patient caretaker you could ever meet. I loved your tale of your grandparents. How lucky you were to have known them.

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.

    Click to Rate This Article