May 16, 2021
I’ve been trying to think of something to write about my grandpa and it’s been difficult to put to words. He meant a lot to me through my 33 years. Thinking of all the memories, I could fill novels.
My memories range from when I was young and going over to grandma and grandpa’s after school and during summers to high school and my confirmation, with about a gallon of scented oil in my hair. More recently, going over with my daughter, grandpa’s birthday buddy. I have a life time of memories.
One memory that I will never forget is one of the times we went sailing. Grandpa’s yacht (okay, more of a dingy) was called sail-air because, well, it usually sailed in the air on its lift. We decided to go all the way across the lake a make it a three hour tour. Miraculously, we made it across and were about to continue our journey back to the house. All of a sudden, a gust of wind knocked grandpa’s hat into the lake. Without a thought,I jumped in to retrieve it. Grandpa let out one of his patented “jeeeeeeeeez” and let out the sail to bring it to a stop. I swam back to the boat and got in as if it were nothing. Grandpa was still trying to calm himself. He said, “Next time, let the hat go! I’m not a good enough sailor to turn the boat around to pick you up.” Of course, we laughed at that and still do. This is but one of the memories I’ll always carry with me about my adventures with grandpa.
I sure do miss you gramps.