One of my fav foto's. My grandpa w/his first four grandkids, 1951. That's me sitting on his left knee. I've always thought he looked a bit stunned.

He was a good guy. He worked as a Chef, and worked every day of the depression. Too young for WWI and too old for WWII. I really liked him. He loved to read Zane Grey novels and drink Four Roses w/ginger ale. He was strong, he caught his first wife in flagrante delicto, dropped her and moved on.

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