When I saw this headline on my home page this morning, I knew I had to repost the link for my readers.
My grandfather was also a soldier in WWI. Roy George Gifford, born February 22, 1897 and died April 7, 1966.
My grandfather lost his eye in an accident while working at a factory in Illinois. The accident left him disabled to the point of not being able to work in that type of job any longer. He did various other things to bring in income. I remember riding in his big station wagon when he delivered bleach. After finishing the route, he'd take me to a little diner for a strawberry malted milk. His pet name for me was "kidlet."
My grandfather taught me to ride a bicycle, and he cooked the best potato soup in the world.
Sometimes I reminisce by going back through pictures and wish I had been as diligent of preserving history as my mother and grandmother were. This year I plan to surprise my children with a CD filled with pictures of their grandparents and great grandparents...a historical biography in pictures.
Time passes so quickly and sometimes we are either too busy or too young to capture the moments that mean little to us, yet will mean so much to future generations.