Several months ago, a distant cousin of mine happened upon my blog (Hi Kathy!). We've exchanged a few emails about family news, and last week she sent me some great family pictures of my great-grandparents and my grandpa.
Since my mom is a genealogist then I've seen a lot of pictures of my ancestors over my life. I'm pretty sure that even on the day I was born my parents whipped out a few black and white photos and explained how to determine cousins from second cousins from first cousins once removed. I could be exaggerating, but it's a highly plausible scenario.
I never get tired of seeing pictures of my family.
Especially the informal ones like this one of Grandpa-Great Ed Larson (on the far right) wearing a silly hat.
Or is it a silly man wearing a hat? Either way, it makes me feel good that my grandpa-great along with those other men--all of whom, save one, I'm related to--had a sense of humor. It's nice to know those farmers there in Sanish, North Dakota didn't take themselves too seriously.
Kathy also sent me a few other pictures of Grandpa-Great with Grandma-Great.
(In my family we call all our great-grandparents Grandpa-Great and Grandma-Great. My daughters call my grandma Grandma-Great, and it's the perfect title in every way.)
The small smile on Grandpa Ed's face, the way Grandma Mary is resting her hand on Grandpa's knee...it's just lovely, don't you think?
The last picture that Kathy sent me was of my grandpa.
Even though Grandpa passed away more than four years ago, a little something caught in my throat when I saw this picture. Oh, how I miss my grandpa. Now that we're living at the Family Farm every day, memories of my grandpa bubble to the surface more frequently. Seeing my dad mowing the grass and tending the garden remind me how Gramps used to do that.
He was my daughters' Grandpa-Great, but he was my great grandpa.
I remember you today and every day, Grandpa.
Who are you remembering today?