My first real blog is about “Gramps”. He recently passed away at the ripe old age of 90, just a week after his birthday. Like many of the men and women of that era and specifically like those who experienced the war first hand, he was very circumspect about his time and it took many late night drinks and discussions to glean any sense of what it all meant to him.
After his death and the eventual shorting of one’s accumulated life, this picture showed up. Nobody in the family had ever seen it, but it clearly demonstrates that Gramps was also someone other than the guy who curled, watched hockey or served thousands over the years as a post-war pharmacist.