When I was in Idaho, I found this old photo on a shelf in one of my closets--this is a photo of my Dad's parents when they were dating. It was taken around 1924 or so, I think. Aren't they a cute couple? Click on the photo to get a close up view--I think this was taken in Colorado, in Estes Park, where one of my Grandma's brothers owned a lodge. Look at my Grandma's boots--I think those were hiking boots! They often would go on day trips with a bunch of family and friends and did a lot of "outdoorsy" things back then. My grandfather was a very sweet man and loved me very much, I am told. My parents both used to tell me that my Grandpa would proudly parade me around his neighborhood in my stroller every time my parents visited, and would be very upset if no one came out to tell him what a beautiful baby I was. (I was their first grandchild.) Unfortunately, my grandfather passed away at the young age of 57 of pancreatic cancer, when I was 4 years old. I have vague memories of him and haved wished many times during my life that I would have been able to know and love him a lot longer. My grandmother was the most wonderful grandmother a child could have. She was an absolute doll, and always so kind and loving to me and my sisters. She and I were very close. She died when I was 25, 30 years ago, but I still can see her in my mind as though it was yesterday, and I miss her terribly to this day.
