This is going to be a bit of a different post for me. I am going to post some pictures that bring back some good memories for me as I was growing up. They all have to do with my grandpa, the man I was named after. The person I spent a whole lot of time with growing up, including a lot of my summers traveling on the truck that he drove. He would have been 90 years old today and he is missed by his family as much today as he was the day he passed away in 1996.
Now, about those trucks. I don’t remember the first couple that he owned, but the last few, I spent a lot of time in, whether it was rolling down the road, or just hanging around the hose. Growing up, my grandparents lived across the street from us and he parked the truck in the field next to our house.
One thing that he loved and almost never missed, was Christmas. He loved being home with the family on this holiday, and I don’t think I can remember one that he missed.
Another thing that he loved, was his family. I know that he was proud of his kids, grandkids, and this little one. This is the great-granddaughter. She is less than a year old in this picture and is now 21 years old.
Another thing that I know, is that he loved my grandma and she loved him. I was around many times when we would leave for a trip, and she was always there to see him off. She’d fix his thermos of coffee, pack his bag, and just make sure he had everything that he needed for the trip. They were just shy of their 50th wedding anniversary when he passed away.
This post has been over a month in the works I got some help from my mom and grandma to gather the pictures for and I hadn’t told them what I was doing with them. So, Thank You, to them for helping me with this. There isn’t anything more important to me than my family, which is the way it should be.
Thanks for bearing with me while I veer away from car shows and such to remember a day that means a lot to me.