I’m starting. I can hardly bring myself to do it. All these photos. All these memories. And I am so inadequate to do it - compiling old photos and memories into scrapbook pages. I didn’t even know my Grandfather very well. Mostly he was out at the barn with the menfolk when I was around. He sat on his “deacon’s bench” at the head of the dining room table every Easter and Christmas and his voice was quiet and calm as he said grace. That’s how I remember him. Quiet and calm. Even as my Grandmother, Aunt, and I sat once in a Cracker Barrel restaurant in the midst of a ridiculous laughing fit he didn’t crack a smile. But I imagine his eyes were twinkling even though I couldn’t see for sure in the dim light. Every now and then he’d make a quiet comment that would only add fuel to our fire so I know he was enjoying himself.
I (me, little old me) have the old suitcase with the travel sticker from Denver Colorado and the United Airlines Tag still dangling from the handle. That was my Grandfather’s. It was found out in a shed on his farm last year with a collection of his personal things 15 years after he passed. It has hundreds of old pictures from his travels and life in his single years. My Grandfather was a bachelor until the age of 40.
|Some of the random things in the suitcase.|
|I just love this picture! It just makes me smile. My Grandfather was a farmboy. Isn't he a good looking young fellow?! I wish I could have known him back then!|
|These are photos my Grandfather took while in Europe right after WWII. Gutted buildings, demoished planes and old bombs. He served with the CPS (Civilian Public Service).|
|Aunt Nancy said the family would often gather at the homeplace for Sunday Dinner. This is one of those occaisions.|