What will my great grandkids think about my stories of growing up in these hills when they get to an age of better understanding? The looks I have gotten when telling tales of the past to my grandkids were sometimes a look of doubt or surprise that their old grandpa was such a clueless country bumpkin. They have no idea how great it was and why I take pride in having been a part of a simpler more carefree Bandera life before all the big city ways came creeping in. Keeping up with the latest fads or being envious of things ...