CARMEN LEE--LIFE IS NOT A VACATION, IT IS A JOURNEY

Day 75, "Every picture has a story"

Here is Grandpa Lee (my grandpa) holding Helen.  Grandpa was born December 29th,today,  in Norway in 1881 which would make him 137 years old today.  He died in 1958 at the age of 77.  For a long time I thought he died young because he died 7 years before Grandma.  He was a wonderful grandpa.  I should add that Grandma and Grandpa Lee were the model of what one would want grandparents to be.  They were active, loving, interesting and much more.  As I remember them I think they just were hard working people who loved family and felt they were so blessed to have a farm and live the life they did.  It seemed that he was always happy and even though my Dad had a laugh that would shake the Grand Canyon Grandpa's laugh was better!  As you can see his hands were huge and the story is he, and his brothers were all well over 6 feet and very athletic.  Sometimes I wonder what thoughts went through his mind as he and Grandma moved off the farm into Cayuga.  It just seemed like Grandpa and the farm were one but at my age, 10 or so, of course I would not have been aware if he had any sadness.  I do not know the year they moved but I do know that he died in the fall of 1958.  One of the strange things about Dad was he talked as if he was so close to his Dad yet from my perspective he did not want to be that close to me.  I might add that Helen was a little cutie!

Here we are in the last Saturday of 2018.  Terry and I do not have any plans for the day.  I maybe will finish my book which is one of these that you can read and not have to think.  Tomorrow we will go to an open house down the street and then Monday we will have friends over so they can watch their Michigan State football team on our new 65" TV.  His name is Carmen!

I have played tennis today and finished my FP coffee so all is good.