One dreary February Day, When I was eight years old,
I complained to my grandfather, the former 'Kid Fleming,' that I was bored. "What you need," he said, "is something to do. Chores. Some sort of work."
"No," I said, "I do not need work. Work is boring. I want to have fun."
"And when you grow up....?"
"I won't work. I will be rich, and have servants who will work for me."
Grandpa Fleming did not smile. Gravely, slowly he said, "I think, rather, that work is whatever you do that you never regret doing; it is one of life's greatest pleasures. And you will find that he who hires a servant has hired a master."
posted by anatole at
5:22 PM
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You had a very intelligent grandfather! you were lucky!! But I guess you know that!
I should say! More than that--I've blogged about him before, and I intend, as the spirit moves me to blog some more. He was gay, I think--I'll get into that later too--and a mystery to his wife and daughters, though they loved him. I remember how odd it seemed to me that my grandmother's first word in describing him was always "handsome." His sister, famously, once asked my grandmother, "How did an old prude like Omer ever get around to begetting children?" To which my grandmother, as famously, replied, "Oh, he can be quite amorous!"
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