My grandfather was a WWII veteran. He fought for his country and for that I will always be thankful and proud. He is the reason I have taught my children to always go up to veterans and shake their hand and tell them thank you for their service.
My grandfather was a hard working man. Among his many "jobs" he worked the land. I will always remember his garden.... As a child, his garden seemed to be the biggest thing ever, as far as the eye could see. I remember helping to dig tators and snapping beans. I remember his basement filled with beautiful jars full of the produce he had grown. I remember how he would help the neighbors on their farms, driving tractor and hauling produce to market.
|Yes, that is me in the red shirt |
with my belly hanging out
I also remember he had a mean middle finger. No he didn't use it the way you might think.... he poked people with it. To him it was a game but as a child I remember how hard he used to poke! And it was that poke that my oldest son will always remember. With age his poke was not as strong and it was a game my son loved to play with him. To my children, he was Grandpa Pokie Finger.
Why am I sharing all of this.... because I can! LOL My grandfather was a great man.... he may not have reinvented the world, but he set the stage for my life..... of growing, baking, living with the land and for that, I thank him.