Remembering Grandpa

I spent the day Saturday at my Mom and Dad's house visiting them. My mom's computer has a pretty bad virus or malware or something and I worked on it most of the afternoon. While it was running scans and such, Mom and I looked through old pictures.

Ever since I started this blog, I've been up and down "the hill" borrowing pictures to scan and blog about. I think I might possibly be driving her nuts!

I don't know what it is about old pictures that makes me so nostalgic. I wish I could magically transform myself back in time and see what my relatives were like in their childhood and young adult days. I want to know where life brought them and how they were changed by the twists and turns, peaks and valleys of life. I want to read it like a good book.

My Mom has several sweet pictures of my grandparents... her Mom and Dad. They have passed on now, but they live on in my memory and the pictures of them are dear to me.

My grandpa Morris is someone that I always looked up to. He was a meek man, with a large presence, and his heart was kind. To me, he was quite tall, but I don't actually know how tall he was. I considered him a dapper man, who took good care of himself and even better care of my grandma. In their married life, my grandpa fresh-squeezed orange juice for my grandmother ever single morning... now that's LOVE.

My grandparents loved golf. They lived on a golf course many of their years together. Grandpa was an athletic man. Here's a picture of him in his speed-walking days. He qualified for the 1932 Summer Olympic games in Los Angeles, but in those days they had to pay their own way and he couldn't afford it.

Is that you, Kale??

When I got to stay at my grandparent's house, I remember waking up and hearing my grandpa exercising in his study. Maybe that's where I got my love for they gym?

Grandpa always smelled good. Like cologne.

He was the one who kept up with all our birthdays. I envision a calendar on his desk (he was an insurance salesman) with the names and birth dates of all his family members. He never failed to drop a birthday card with a fresh $1 bill in the mail for each of his grandchildren. O, how I looked for it in the mail!

From my childhood eyes, I saw my grandparents as happy people who were kind-hearted and fun-loving. They loved the Lord and they loved each other.

I don't know if they always did, but in later years, my grandma and grandpa matched their clothing colors... I thought that was cute. I don't think Dave would go for that!!

In my estimation... Grandpa was a CATCH!

And, he even did dishes!!