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Note: I remember my Grandpa Sessions very well. He was a kind man who always had time for his grand childern. I have been told by my mother and father that when we first moved back to America from Germany that I could only speak German. My Grandpa could not speak any German so when I would talk to him he would just knod his head and smile alot, which use to make me extremly angery. One day I was with my Grandpa Sessions and I remember we were riding in his old pick up truck and stopped in the middle of one of his feilds were he had some cattle. He then told me that I was going to drive across the field in a striaght line and he would be in the back of the truck throughing out hay bails. You have to remember that I was only about four or five years old at the time. My feet could not reach the gas peddle so my Grandpa put a brick on the gas peddle and across the field we went. My uncle Gary Sessions used to drive old race car. In one of my grandpa's feilds, Gary use to have about five or six old race cars that he had previously driven or used for parts. One day my mother and I went out in the feild to look at the old cars. I remember walking back to the gate that we had entered when a huge black bull started chasing my mother and I across the feild. I still remember my mother looking at me and telling me to run faster!
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