Hmmm, I got nothing.

If they weren't dead already, my grandparents were going quickly by the time I arrived. So zero in the heart warming grampa story file. And my father grew up in a wealthy family (although he likes to pretend he didn't but as he's in his nineties I don't argue with him anymore), as did his father. They all had indoor plumbing and electricity.

My paternal grandfather had a car before WWI. Was a lawyer. His wife, my grandmother, graduated from university around 1909. He was a Major, fought at Passchendaele, was shot several times and blown up once. Survived but was pretty frail by the time I came along in the late 1950's. He got into the car business after the war. More interesting than lawyering. His father, knighted by King Edward VII, was a provincial premier (like your governors) and his son was a provincial premier.

I did know my maternal grandmother until I was 10 and she was awesome. Lived for her grandkids and would get up to all kinds of mischief with us. Jumped on the trampoline, rode with me on the back of my mini bike. When I think of what a grandmother should be, she's who I see. Her husband died in 1931, less than a year after the birth of my mother. We are Scots with a bit of Irish and German in us while using a French surname.

I read your stories and miss that I didn't have an person like your grandfathers in my life. Luck of the draw.

The world cries out for such: he is needed & needed badly- the man who can carry a message to Garcia