As he told me, Granddad met Halmeoni, Grandmother, when he went over to fight in the Korean war. Apparently she was a Moose, certainly that's what he called her, a young woman he bought to cook and clean for him. But when he came home, he brought her and married her here.
He always said she was happy and willing in all regards, and certainly she loved me and mother. Granddad said he knew he made the right choice when she didn't smother him the first night home.
I'm sure his brakes failing just after his retirement was a coincidence.
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