Sunday, January 10, 2010

Sentimental Sunday

Granddad and Me

From the collection of Mavis Jones

I had originally planned to post this picture for a Wordless Wednesday post, but decided that I would use it today, for my second Sentimental Sunday post.

As most of you know by now, by the time I came into the world, only my maternal grandfather was living. Until his death in 1978, my granddad was my world. Much of my drive in life was derived from granddad and just knowing what he had to endure during his lifetime. I try to continue to live my life as a way of honoring him.

The one thing I always loved about my granddad was that it didn’t matter whether kids, grandkids, great grands, etc., we were all granddad’s children and he would have moved heaven and earth for us because you didn’t mess with his kids.

I remember the time there was a hornet’s nest in granddad’s backyard. My cousin and I were playing and somehow I got stung. I always say that hornet didn’t know who he was messing with. Granddad, who was well into his 80s at this point, went and got his spray can and next thing we knew, the hornets and their nest were history.

Granddad lived one street over. This picture was taken at my Aunt Lucille’s house. At the time this picture was taken, Aunt Lucille lived on the same street as granddad. I think granddad was in his 70s or early 80s in this picture.


  1. Somehow I missed this last Sunday. That's a great picture. Your granddad looks way younger than that, and you look exactly the same! :)


  2. What a wonderful post. I love the picture of the neighborhood, car, and of course you and your grandfather. Thanks for sharing

  3. Alice,

    Thank you for stopping by. You can't see it in the picture but our house is directly behind the house behind that is behind the car. I loved growing up with my granddad in the neighborhood as well as two aunts.


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