... to have a grandpa.
A grandpa to know and love through the years...
A grandpa to know and love through the years...
And if by chance
you don't have a grandpa anymore...
you can borrow mine for today.
...at least for this post, and
enjoy the happy memories I'm sharing.
He would happily be a grandpa to you too...
My grandpa is the good kind of grandpa...
the kind of grandpa that puts together your big wheel at Christmas...
...shows you all the animals at the zoo when you are two...
He can talk about baseball and fishing...
carpentry and birds... grandpa stuff.
...Mostly because, those are and were some of his favorite pastimes...
Don't bring up politics...
...unless you have a spare hour or two to hear his concerns.
He's always ready with a quick smile and a silly joke...
And he always, always, always, bids you farewell with a wave of his red handkerchief
from the porch steps of the house he built with his very own hands...
That's grandpa.
He turned 91 this week...
91 years of memories... most of which he can still easily recall.
He can still tell you about his pet dog as a boy,
his family...
He can tell about childhood adventures of sled riding and playing marbles...
If you ask, he'll even tell you about his service in WWII...
For his 91st birthday, I had the honor
of making him a birthday pie...
An old-fashioned
rhubarb pie.
