Describe a family member.

I don’t have much first-hand understanding of anything other than my immediate family on both sides. I can’t go back to the past, which is earlier than my grandparents’ time. Most of that was based on what I was told because I didn’t know my grandparents. My father’s father passed away before I was born. I can vaguely remember my father’s mother, but the memory is that of a four-year-old boy.

My mother’s mother was deceased before I was born. My mother’s father is the only grandparent I vaguely remember, and he passed away at the age of 84 when I was only about four going on five.

I did, however, Have a great-grandfather on my father’s side, a colonel who fought during the Boer War in South Africa. Grandfather Bunter lived in Scotland and came home after his military career.

Winter was coming in Scotland, and Grandfather Bunter Acquired a substantial pile of wood in readiness for the coming cold months.

As the story goes, Grandfather Bunter was concerned that logs from his woodpile were disappearing more rapidly than he thought to be occasioned by his and his wife’s use of the timber.

Suspicious thieving was going on. Grandfather Bunter acquired a stick of dynamite and stealthily placed it into one of those sawn Woodend.

Seemingly, the dynamite was well camouflaged in that wood end, and the piece of timber was sealed after the insertion of the explosive stick so that it was not readily discernible.

• Nothing happened for quite some time. That is to say, nothing happened until one evening some weeks later, when the neighbour’s Wood-fired stove tried to disappear up his chimney. Seemingly, such was the force of the explosion, shattering tranquillity, that the chimney disintegrated and departed company with the house, sharing distance with what was left of the wood-fired stove.

Therefore, Grandfather Bunter had confirmed that stealing his wood had been taking place.