It’s been a very busy couple of weeks, so I’ve not got to this page very much and when I have started writing I’ve always out-thought myself afterwards and erased what I started. But I kept the last thing I did, because I rather enjoy the nostalgia thing… and you can see what that is below.
Before I get there let me pat myself (and my wife) on the back: We managed to complete the patio area in our backyard in record time – we had a party scheduled and we needed to finish by last weekend. I’ve mentioned in past video blogs how barren it was out there but it’s not so barren now. We did it all ourselves in the early mornings and evenings (with a couple of days thrown in when I rented a Bobcat – that was fun) and I especially want to thank the weather gods who gave us the coolest summer in years, without which we would never have done what we did… it was exhausting.
The party was partly to entertain our friends but also to celebrate a very good friend’s birthday. His partner was in her ninth month of pregnancy and I think we only just got the party done in time… more later…
But first, the blog I intended to post several days ago, but never finished:
I missed out here… I’m not unique, I know that, but if there’s something I would have wished to have more of in my life, it’s the living experience of having a grandfather. My grandfathers existed, of course – both of them (well, duh!). But my father’s died a few years before I was born, and my mother’s when I was nine months old.
I don’t have any photographs of my father’s dad, he was a doctor (like my dad), but here’s one of my mother’s father—>
He was a commodore in the Merchant Navy, lost his ship to a German U-Boat in the Mediterranean during one of the Malta Convoys in WWII, made friends with the German captain of that U-Boat after the war and was later awarded the OBE by King George VI. Now those were just a few of his life experiences… imagine the stories he’d have told. I know he cared about me and there’s a picture somewhere of him holding me in his arms – but, darn it, he died shortly after the picture was taken.
I mention all this because the blogger known as ‘The Literate Housewife’ just lost her grandfather, and it made me think… She provides such a moving tribute to him on her website that I became a little jealous. Not for her pain in the loss, of course, but because of the years of companionship and fun she must have had and the stories she must have heard.
I haven’t missed out entirely on the experience, though. My wife’s grandfather died only a couple of years ago – he made it to twelve days past his 100th birthday! His grand-daughter and I had been married several years when he died and although he lived somewhere north of Seattle we did visit on a number of occasions (should have been more, I know – but kids today… they don’t call, they don’t visit…).Born in 1907, Warren lived a long and very full life and he loved to tell stories about his experiences – and, oh my, he really could tell stories… sometimes at great length. His favorite was the story of ‘The Cougar and the Blueberry Pie’! Perhaps one day I’ll put it in print… if I can remember it all.
Some people have quite a ways to go… and that brings me back to my very good friend whose 56th birthday we celebrated last weekend. Last Thursday he became a father for the first time (three weeks earlier than expected).
This little fellow (the ‘small stuff’ mentioned in the blog title – he was 4lbs 3oz) may one day be a grandfather himself… Hope he has lots of great stories to tell his grandkids.