As a youngster himself---just 17 years old or so---he was whisked from his rural Missouri home to serve with the American Expeditionary Forces in the great WWI. Oh, what an education he got from that! Sometimes he would talk about the time he spent in France, and I loved hearing about his experiences there.
|Grandpa's Handwritten Caption at the Bottom Reads "Full War Paint". Taken in France C 1917.|
|Grandpa and Me at Chicago's Comiskey Park for a White Sox Baseball Game, C 1954|
When he was 86 years old, grandpa fell one day at home and broke his hip. They took him to the Veteran's Hospital. He languished there for two months. Grandma was there with him the whole time.
|A Favorite Photograph of My Grandparents|
And then one day they came into the waiting room and told us that the old man had passed away. My mom, grandma and I went to see his body. Grandma touched him as he laid there. "He's so cold....." she said in a low, sad tone.
He died in 1986---a quarter century ago. Funny, you know, how he lives even today within me. It's almost like he never passed away at all.