I have no idea why I titled this Throwback Thursday post “Gramps” . . . I don’t recall ever calling my grandpa that. He was always just Grandpa (insert last name here which is my maiden name which unless we went to grade school together – Hi Mavis! – is totally irrelevant.)
So here’s my Grandpa.
I have a pretty sweet picture of him in his uniform from his Navy days, but I don’t have the time right now to dig through the external hard drive looking for the scan. I like this pic of Grandpa mostly for the cool old car. That makes, what, three Throwback Thursday car posts now? I also like the fact that people dressed better back in the day. We weren’t all running around in jeans or yoga pants all the time. The Husband often comments he longs for the days when people wore hats everyday. And not baseball hats or even gentleman farmer hats. Hats like fedora’s. I can get behind that.
At the job I loved before Sweetey was born, all my coworkers wore suits each day to work. There is something so traditional and fabulous about coming to work and seeing all your friends in suits. There was something also pretty fabulous about seeing said suited men cleaning the bathrooms when it was their day too, but we can talk about that some other day.
But I’ve segued, this post is about Grandpa.
So, Grandpa. I spent more time with my family on mom’s side than dad’s side so I didn’t know Grandpa as well as I could have. He loved to play cards and we played Gin Rummy a lot, sitting on the creamy colored and creaky rusted old two seater swing on his front porch. He also loved postage stamps! I went through a phase where I wanted to have something in common with Grandpa and collected stamps for awhile there too. To this day if I see a cool stamp on an envelope I cut it off and toss it into a wooden box and think of him. Grandpa used to work on his stamps in his basement on an old metal desk with floor laminate curling up on the open shelves. I wish I could have taken that desk for my garage, just for sentiment, but when we cleaned out my grandparents house I had no place to put it. Besides, an old metal desk is an awfully large item to hold onto just for sentiments sake. So I think it stayed with the house.
I did keep many of the contents of that desk though and I have them boxed neatly into a plastic bin. It’s odd to think of every material possession and link to years of memories I have of Grandpa being stored into one modest bin. Although I have no memories linked to the wooden gavel I found. Why did Grandpa have a wooden gavel??? I guess this will always remain a mystery.
Oh! One more quick thing. My poodle, The Snoops, came into my life the day after my grandfather passed away.
Question of the Day: What’s your favorite memory of your grandfather?