My Grandfather

was an old man before I was born. He died without setting eyes on me, yet he lives on within genes.

Will was a hardworking man who helped raise seventeen kids. Almost every picture I have of him also possesses his pipe (seen in this photo). On his right hand is a homemade glove he wore because of eczema. His hands would dry out so much that they would often crack and bleed–as mine do in the winter. I am familiar with winter wraps because I wore them often in my teens. Now because of diet and soap change, I only have mild cases of eczema.

The night before my father died, he spoke to his father’s spirit. Because of this, he was buried beside him in a small graveyard on the Eastern Shore.

Looking at the picture below, I can’t help but smile. It was taken in a time when things were real, where hard work actually meant something, and food was good and healthy.

Roots-Paper Trail Pop

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6 thoughts on “My Grandfather

  1. Love the old photos, Diane. I guess that makes sense since I seem to write historic novels when my fingers hit the keyboard. It all feels so familiar to me. It sometimes saddens me to see how the world is changing, and all the “older ways” will one day exist only in photos. Thank goodness for photos!

    • I’m like you; I love old photos. And I believe we are losing touch with the old ways. I cling to them though, hoping to pass some on to my children. It might surprise many that my young kids are great milkers. In other words, they can milk a goat by hand. That’s a skill that some current day dairy cow farmers have lost. Many young farmers know only how to use the machinery to milk. Odd, isn’t it?
      Thanks for commenting, Laura.

  2. I too love these old pictures. My grandfather was a hardworking man as well. He worked hard on the farm and then lost everything in the depression. He moved his family to the city where he worked at a glass making factory. He came home after work every night and worked on building a house for his family. I loved to listene to his stories and so did my children. We were lucky to have hime for a long time.

    • Thanks, Darlene. It’s incredible how hard people worked years ago. We can say we work hard today, but it’s not really compared to what was done by our ancestors. Most of us work hard to add luxuries to our lives (cell phones, televisions, vacations, etc.), but our grandparents and great-grandparents worked hard to keep a dry roof over their heads, simple clothes on their backs and basic food for the table.

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