My Grandpa Knew What He Was Doing!

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# 👴 My Grandpa Knew What He Was Doing!

### Timeless Wisdom from a Man Who Did Things the Right Way

They say “grandparents know best,” and I’m starting to believe it more with each passing year. Whether it was fixing something with nothing but a screwdriver and grit, cooking from scratch without measuring a thing, or offering the kind of advice that didn’t sound profound until years later — **my grandpa knew what he was doing.**

And now, every time I use one of his old tools, follow one of his recipes, or repeat one of his favorite sayings, I realize just how much **wisdom was packed into the simple, everyday moments**.

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## 🧰 He Didn’t Need Fancy — Just Functional

Grandpa didn’t have a garage full of gadgets. But what he *did* have was:

* A hammer with a worn handle
* A coffee can full of random screws
* A handsaw older than I was
* And a pocketknife he used for just about everything

He taught me that you don’t need the newest or fanciest tool — you just need to know how to **use what you’ve got**. And somehow, he could fix *anything*. Leaky faucet? Crooked fence? Broken toy? “No problem,” he’d say — and it *never* was.

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## 🍳 His Cooking? Rustic and Ridiculously Good

Forget cookbooks. Grandpa cooked from the heart.

* His cast-iron skillet never left the stovetop
* His biscuits were always flaky, even though he never used a recipe
* And his secret chili ingredients? Still a mystery — but *man*, was it good

One of my favorite memories is waking up early and hearing him in the kitchen, humming a tune, coffee perking, bacon sizzling. **That smell meant love** — and to this day, nothing beats Grandpa’s breakfast.