He was my grandfather and one of the most wonderful people I've ever known. He loved printing, model railroads, his family and ice cream; not necessarily in that order. He was almost completely deaf and shared a very special bond with my autistic son.
He first proposed to Grandma in 1928 and she turned him down. He carried that ring with him for 2 years and tried again in 1930. The only entry written on that day in his diary was, "NORMA SAID YES!" He loved her with all his heart and even as he died his eyes twinkled when he looked at her.
He was continuously active in the community. I've long ago forgotten all the organizations he was involved in. One of my fondest memories is of Grandpa, in his overalls and dark brown cardigan with safety pins holding the holes in the elbows closed, walking me to Gantsy's for ice cream. He taught me model railroad and printing. He and I spent entire days going through shoeboxes of old photos and he'd tell me stories of the people in them and everything that was happening at the time. He made it so real for me.
He first proposed to Grandma in 1928 and she turned him down. He carried that ring with him for 2 years and tried again in 1930. The only entry written on that day in his diary was, "NORMA SAID YES!" He loved her with all his heart and even as he died his eyes twinkled when he looked at her.
He was continuously active in the community. I've long ago forgotten all the organizations he was involved in. One of my fondest memories is of Grandpa, in his overalls and dark brown cardigan with safety pins holding the holes in the elbows closed, walking me to Gantsy's for ice cream. He taught me model railroad and printing. He and I spent entire days going through shoeboxes of old photos and he'd tell me stories of the people in them and everything that was happening at the time. He made it so real for me.