Updated: October 1, 2013 6:35AM
We moved into a little house on Kenton Avenue in 1983, a house where my brother and I grew up since our teenage years. Our stepfather was a wonderful man who was Dad to seven additional children. In later years, he also was Grandpa to 15 grandchildren.
He suffered a stroke in 1986 and was able to just barely get around. It took great determination on his part to get up and down the stairs in front of our house, so a bench was purchased as a gift for him so he could sit in front of the house people watching with his dog.
When my children were old enough to start school, they caught the bus from Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Every day in good weather, Grandpa would sit out on his bench and watch the children get on the bus and again in the afternoon when they got off.
Grandpa was called to heaven in 2004, and we keep his memory with us. The first two summers after his death his bench was in storage, but his wife soon realized that it needed to be back out front so we could all share the memories of him.
It may appear to others to be just a normal wooden bench, but it holds significant memories for us. It was Grandpa’s Bench, where he shared many stories and secrets with his grandchildren.
To our sadness, on Aug. 23 someone stole the bench. The house seems bare without it in front of the windows. I pray that whoever took Grandpa’s bench will find it in their heart to return it.