Everyone Needs an Ash-hole

The Ash-Hole Story: A Tribute to Grandpa Charlie and Grammy Sue

Like many of my stories, this one starts with an unexpected question. One day, my next-door neighbor—my daughter's adopted Grandpa, Grandpa Charlie (GPC)—dropped by and asked,

"Hey Chris, I was wondering if you could help me make some ash-holes."

I paused. "What?"

"Ash-holes," he repeated. "Everyone needs one, so I thought I’d make mine."

Finally catching on, I asked, "What exactly are these for?"

Charlie explained, "My wife and I will be laid to rest in the Arlington Cemetery mausoleum."

"Oh… ash-holes. Yes, everyone needs one," I said with a chuckle. "Do you have the dimensions?"

"Yes, I got the requirements from Arlington."

"Well then, let’s get started. Just one question—what will you do with them until they’re needed?"

With a grin, he answered, "Candy dishes!"

And so, Charlie lovingly crafted two ash-holes—one for himself and one for his beloved wife, Susan, known to my daughters as Grammy Sue. For nine years, they sat proudly on his bookshelf in the living room—conversation pieces filled with humor and love.

Sadly, in December 2021, one was needed. Susan Pearson Evans, Hospitalman Second Class, USN, was laid to rest at Arlington. She was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother, friend… and always, Grammy Sue.

This story is a testament to love, legacy, and a sense of humor that carries on.