Grandpas

Yesterday marked 30 years since my Grandpa A. passed away. My mom told each of us what she sees in each of us that is a part of him. I was also thinking about my Great Grandpa McD. It seems that since Shawn's Poppy passed my own grandfathers have not been far from my thoughts. I thought I would take a minute to write down some great things I remember.

I never met my Grandpa A. but I know that he was a policeman with five girls. I am told that by the time I was born he didn't care if I was going to be a girl or a boy he was still going to teach me to go hunting. Knowing that he loved me that way before I was even born has been a great comfort to me my entire life.

My Great Grandpa McD lived on the west coast for most of my life. It was always such and adventure when he came to town. We almost always ate at the Brown Derby in Hudson. If I remember correctly it was because Wilma loved the crab legs there. It wasn't until after she died that I remember eating anywhere else with him. I have asked my mom to post a picture of the two of us from when I was small on the McD family blog. It is a picture of the way I always think of him. I swear to you that man never aged.

My Grandpa Morgan was the dad from a Christmas Story. He was not the actor of course but from what I have been told that is a pretty accurate picture of him. I remember him being lots of fun. He lived in a retirement community that had a trolley you could ride. He would take us on the trolley and for ice cream. I think I can still hear him talking to my brother during the great pudding incident.

I am also lucky enough to have a Grandpa Tom. He and my grandmother helped foster and encourage my love of music. I used to love staying at their home. I would wake up to the sounds of him playing Fur Elise on his baby grand in the living room.

All of these men have shaped who I am. I am just sorry that three of them have not met Aubrey and Shawn.