Grandpa and Old Crabtree

This man, of stooped back and gnarled fingers, of bald pate and just discernibly trembling hands, I knew him from the earliest I remember, and he was always this man.  When we are young, we know nothing of change.  All seems the same, eternally, and time does not pass. (If we could but live there forever…) I could not imagine him ever otherwise from my …