The Mischief Makers

I recently read a post on my cousins blog where she talked about a favorite picture of her grandma. Her story inspired me to dig out my favorite.

I call this picture:

The Mischief Makers


I can see the mischievousness in all their faces. There is 70+ years between these men that I love... 70 years in which the world has changed tremendously; multiple wars, altered family values, new forms of recreation, and new types of support networks.

I was talking with a co-worker a few years ago, and he mentioned that his grandfather had passed away the day prior. I became choked up just thinking about, and offered my sympathy; my co-worker shrugged and said he barely knew his grandfather and probably wouldn't even attend the funeral. After discussing this with close friends, I realized that quite a few people in my generation do not know their grandparents.

My memories of my grandparents are a rich tapestry that still to this day is being woven. My children's lives are richer for knowing not only their grandparents but also some great grandparents! After all, who else can tell them the stories about dynamite, WWII, Hawaii before it became a state, life without TV, and a horse named Colonel, a dog named Skip, a pig named SaraLou, a rabbit named Thumper, and a talking cat named Snowball. I will share all these stories in later days, for now just know that the stories are some treasured moments for me.

Enjoy life's adventures!
Autumn