Yesterday, in my rounds of Christmas-season visits, I saw my uncle Dennis and aunt Linda (my dad’s brother and his wife). If you met Dennis you would probably see where I get my knack for storytelling and hyperbole.
A lot of the visit involved looking at old family photos that my uncle had scanned onto his computer. I don’t have copies of all of the ones we looked at yesterday, but I thought I would share a few of those I do have, because I just love them.
(My paternal grandmother died in 2010, but my grandfather died when I was only 3 and I don’t remember him. Apparently he was a very good man; my mother never could say enough nice things about him.)
Is it at all weird or awkward to say that my grandfather was a very handsome man? I told my aunt and uncle that he looked like a combination of Vincent Price and Fredric March and they agreed with much amusement.
(Hope my dad doesn’t mind his childhood pictures being posted to teh Interwebz, ehehehe…)
Emily Jacobs: Freelance Writer 