These things are beautiful

I went to see my grandmother in the hospital...my uncle was there. He told me stories of my great-grandfather Stemkowski, who was Polish and crippled from the coal mines. Once, my uncle was afraid to enter the barn because there were hornets. He (my great grandfather) took off his cap and waved it around gently talking to them in polish....then, turning to my uncle he told him it was now okay to enter. And it was.