Six-year-old Grayson Ludlow was the quietest of the Ludlow grandchildren, but …
“But that boy's mind is LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUD,” his cousin Garlene Ludlow said about him after meeting him. “Loudest mind since Grandfather and Uncle Edwin passed!”
Cousins Garlene and Edwin III had walked in to see Grayson watching his grandmother Mrs. Thalia Ludlow sweep the kitchen floor. She had come to greet her guests, but Grayson had stayed behind, looking at the broom.
Capt. R.E. Ludlow had noticed the broom moving of what looked like its own accord a little later, but quieted everyone and let them watch his grandson at work, quadrant after quadrant, in a unique way.
“Don't look in the corner yet, Papa,” Grayson said when his grandfather walked over. “I'm using it as an extra dustpan until I'm ready to finish.”
So he swept all the dirt of each quadrant into the corner, and then just walked around with the dust pan and collected. This was all the more remarkable because he was by no means tall enough to handle the broom in the normal way, but he understood it as a lever, and just swing it around the fulcrum he could make between his hands. It was awkward … but made sense for someone six years old and not yet four feet tall. It was not the best sweeping job ever done, but...
“What I need is a broom my size, but I can get this done so Grandma doesn't have to,” he said to his grandfather as he handed him the broom. “Most rooms have at least four corners, so it's actually real easy.”
“Thank you, Grayson,” Mrs. Ludlow said.
“Thank you indeed – come meet your cousins,” the captain said as he picked Grayson up and turned around.