Grant’s Bears

     This story is about my cousin , Grant Perry.

  I am about 14 years older than him, so to him I am “uncle Clay”.

  ( He’s the boy in the picture you saw on the previous page. )

  ( This candle light picture was taken by me in 1973.)

   When Grant was very young, he developed a fascination with bears.

 He would frequently carry around a stick and pretend to be

 hunting bears with a rifle or bow and arrow.

     One day He and I were walking in the woods close to home

when  he noticed some trees that were down. He pointed to a

large one and asked ,“Do you know what knocked that tree down?”

I replied, “ I think your Dad cut that one down with a chainsaw

last week .”  He said, “Noo, A bear knocked it down, A biggg bear.

See that other tree over there, A big bear knocked it down too.”

His eyes seemed as big as silver dollars. I listened as he went on.

He said, “See that little tree over there?  A little bear knocked that

one down, a little white bear.” As we walked out of the woods toward

home, I felt privileged for my new education of how a 4 year old sees

the woods.  The hill that we were on that day became forever known

by our family as “Bear Mountain”.

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