My Grandfather
He could usually be found working in the yard with one of those denim train engineer hats on. When I was born he nicknamed me "Smokey" because he didn't want someone else to come along later and give me a stupid nickname. He made really great boiled peanuts. He had interesting hobbies like rock tumbling, woodworking and occasionally he welded scrap metal into some strange looking stuff. He fought during World War II in the trenches at the Battle of the Bulge and recieved a Purple Heart.
There aren't that many heroes like my Poppy around anymore. I miss him.
posted by Greg Mills @ 1:30 AM
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Nobody quite takes the place of a grandfather. There is something to be said of that generation, and a lot has been, but those folks are a special breed. I can only hope that we learn from them and teach our children. Our prayers are with you and your family.
Sorry to hear about your grandfather. That is such a loss! I wish I had tapes of my grandmother and great grandparents telling their stories. Sometimes I think I would have fit in better with that generation. I think we miss out on a lot by not listening and learning more from those that lived through such an amazing time period.
~Carol Anne
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