He was a very talented man who sung and played the organ. He had an old recorder in the corner of the room by his chair. You would have never known cause it was hidden in the wall. What we didn't know is that he had set up a mic and a speaker. You see, their house had a cellar and then in the living room, there was a grate around the stove. You see, he put a speaker down there by the stove and the mic was up by his chair. He had me and my cousins convinced that there was a man named Mr. Grouch who lived in the cellar and he loved french fries and potato chips. Now, I'm not sure if i remember him being a man or thinking he was some creature but he was pretty cool. He did get a little grumpy if you didn't feed him, so us kids kept him in supply. We would crowd around the grate and talk down into the cellar and of course drop chips down. My grandfather would be over in his chair with the mic, softly cackling at us. We never did catch on till much later after he had passed away. I think I was about 7 then. It's amazing how much we remember at that age. I have some great memories of him and I'm so thankful that I got to know him for as long as i did, even if it was a short time. He will always be missed.
Now as I sit here thinking about this, I wonder who did the cleaning in the cellar cause I remember slipping quite a bit of chips down that grate.