After 40 years working for the railroads, my grandfather, O.N. Lawson, and my grandmother Carrie, "retired" to a small farm in rural Ringgold, Georgia. I have fond memories of visiting their home as a child. They always had cows, and there was a pond between my grandparents' house and the next closest neighbor. My grandmother passed away when I was a boy, but I remember visiting my grandfather until he was in his late 80's. He kept a garden that was about a half-acre in size. We took some produce to an older family one day. The husband and wife were both in their nineties, but they weren't very active. That visit re-defined the meaning of "young" for me.