He washed his hands with Borax soap, soothed his sore muscles with BenGay, drank one cup of Sanka in the morning (with a bowl of Wheaties ), and one Schlitz beer after dinner each evening . He liked raspberries , and smoked a pipe . He wasn't a man of great wealth or prestige , but to me my Grandpa Cooney was everything good and grand . He was loving , caring and fun to be around . I felt secure and safe when I was with him , and special. Grandpa called me his , "Little Brown eyed sweetheart , and I never doubted I wasn't .
Grandpa was an upholsterer by trade . When I was still a baby , some of my earliest outtings was my mother taking me to visit Grandpa at his upholstery shop on S. Main St. in Council Bluffs. No matter how busy he was , he'd stop what he was doing to spend time with me. Some might accuse me of being bias when I tell them Grandpa was the finest upholsterer in the Mid West, but I don't think
so . I say , if you saw his work , you'd agree, too!
Tender memories of Grandpa leaving for work in the morning, and me pressing my face against the bedroom window to wave goodbye as he backed out the long gravel driveway give me a happy feeling as I remember him smiling, and waving back. Through the years Grandma delighted in reminiscing , telling others how I'd wait for Cecil to get home from work , and run to take him his bedroom slippers the moment he sat down in the Morris chair.
A few days ago, a letter from my cousin, Lynn arrived in the mail , he enclosed a long ago newspaper article from the Council Bluffs Nonpareil about Grandpa Cooney being elected president of the Council Bluffs Fish and Game club. Seeing the picture of Grandpa and reading the article about him being named president of the Fish and Game warmed my heart, and made me wish I could reach out and give him a hug .
Besides Fish and Game , Grandpa was also very active with Scouting and served as Scout commissioner and Scoutmaster. While serving as a Boy Scout worker , those who knew him well always said his strongest desire was to get Boy Scouts to work up to Eagle Scouts. Something he proudly saw all three of his sons do, including my Dad.
My Grandpa was 65 when he passed away in 1962. I was 11. Many years have come and gone since then, and while memories fade and dim lightly over time , one thing doesn't change , and is not forgotten ; a grandfathers love for his granddaughter , and her love for him.
* Cecil E. Cooney , my grandfather
In celebration of his birthday, August 3