One of the things I really wanted in a house was a fireplace. I love a fireplace. It makes the room feel so cozy. When it got real cold you Grandfather would get up nice and early and start a fire. Then, by the time we all got up, the room was nice and toasty. Then he would sit me on the sofa by the fire and bring me my coffee. He did have a way of spoiling me.
When I was a little girl my Daddy, your Great Grandfather, would sit with me and we'd look for the leprechauns dancing in the flames. My Daddy always said you had to be a true Irishman to see the leprechauns. He and I always saw them and that would make my Mother, your Great Grandmother, so mad because she couldn't see them. But then she wasn't Irish. (Your mother always saw them too.)
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Yes. I always saw them. That is one thing I miss about a fireplace. I remember sitting at my Grandpa's house and watching them with him. So many good memories on those Friday night visits.
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