Aidan Gird
My Grampa Dave was a man of many interests. I remember being small and exploring the house on boat dock dr. I remember the hall closet with his golf clubs and hats. He had a beautiful garden out front. Dave grew strawberries, every summer we spent out there with him and Granny we would sit on the porch on foggy mornings, stormy evenings too, enjoying coffee and company. He would always take us down to boat dock, where we would go crabbing. Those crabs loved the chicken legs he’d use to catch them, he’d tie the chicken leg with a string and lower it down into the water, and when he brought it back up minutes later, Blue crabs! My Grampa Dave loved to tell us stories and teach us about various aspects of life. I’ll always remember those days in Lewes, those hours spent on the board walk at Rehoboth beach, the Sunday morning sermons he gave. Granny calls those days the “Golden days”. I wholeheartedly agree. My Grampa Dave is one of the best men I’ve ever had the privilege of having in my life. Reverend, Fisherman, Golfer, Best Grampa ever. The stories and times we shared will stay with me forever. I love you Grampa Dave.
- Aidan Gird
