• Grandpa's voice was very low. He was a singer in the church choir and I just loved to listen to him sing. When he spoke people always listened because not many people had a voice that was as low or sounded as smooth as his did.
• Before grandpa began telling me about the stars we just laid there listening to all of the sounds of the night. Crickets were chirping, there was a squirrel in the tree making a chattering noise and off in the distance an owl was hooting. Grandpa began to speak and every animal suddenly stopped making noise. I think they had heard him tell stories before and were looking forward to the next one as much as I was.
