We found Grandma’s high school photos, and Grandpa’s military photos. We also found photos of my aunts and uncles growing up. We found old church directories. And I found photos of Johnny and me at a very young age.
A few nights ago, Grandpa stayed up with us chatting for three hours. I learned so much about him, and about our family. When we finished chatting, Good Man said to me in private, “Sometimes I wish I lived 100 years ago.”
“During the Japanese occupation?”
“Well, maybe. It just seems like those times were more interesting than these.”
Sixty-two years is a long, long time. I raise a toast to my grandparents. Happy Anniversary to them!