#1198 TBT Dad and Grandpa

Yesterday was an even day, but I didn't post because T told me the internet was down and I wasn't getting WiFi on my beloved iPhone, so I didn't write. I also didn't check to see if the internet was really down because I was watching basketball and reading. What was really happening was that the router was down, but I fixed it (!!) and now we are rocking in the WiFi world.

So I'll post today what I would have posted yesterday but it's even better today because it's Throwback Thursday.

Yesterday on Facebook my dad posted this photo:

The little dude is my dad and the man holding him is his father, my grandpa. I'm just guessing this photo was taken around 1944 - 1946. I can't get over how much my dad looks like his father. When my grandpa was alive, I didn't really see the resemblance. Maybe you don't notice stuff like that when you are a kid.

My grandpa lived in California, five miles out of town in an old schoolhouse that had been converted to a home. I loved going to visit my grandparents when I was a kid. Grandpa was retired and puttered around  in the orchard across the road from the house. It was really fun to go across the road to the orchard. There was a creek that ran along the back of the orchard and I liked to watch the waterbugs skibble across the flat water behind the "dam". It's hot in the summertime in northern California and it was always shady and nice under all the trees in the orchard.

One thing I remember about Grandpa was that he was always singing. Maybe that's where I get it. He would sing around the house, at the orchard and of course, in church. He was a devout Baptist and we went to church every Sunday. My favorite time was singing time and hanging out in the nursery with my grandma during Bible study time.

Yesterday was grandpa's birthday. Of course, he's been gone many years (35 to be exact). If he was living though, he would have been 102.

My TBT photo is me with my dad and my grandpa. This photo was taken in 1978. I can't tell exactly where we are, but I think it might be our backyard in Burley. I'm 12, Dad's 38 and Grandpa is 66.