My Grandparents and Buddy c. 1950
When I found this small black and white Polaroid of my grandparents among my mother's photographs, it made me cry. It so perfectly encapsulates my memories of my grandparents.
He was a big, gruff farmer who traded knives with his cronies on the town square, had a constant supply of funny sayings, and would drive fast over the bumps on the dirt roads around the farm, to the delight of my sister and me when we were alone with him in the car. He was also the devoted owner of small dogs like Buddy, sitting on his lap in this picture. After he retired from farming he would sit in his chair by the living room window all day with Buddy or the current dog on his lap and watch the country road that passed the farm.
My grandmother who sits behind him was a wonderfully quiet and sweet person who devoted her life to her family.
* Added thoughts: I am gratified that this photographs has resonated with others on flickr. It has set me thinking about my grandparents and their dogs. When my grandfather died he had a Chihuahua named Penny. My grandmother was coming to live with my parents and could not take the dog. They knew how much she had meant to my grandfather and wanted to find her the right home. One of the neighbors knew a family with an adult son with severe cerebral palsy. They wanted a dog for him that would be quite and gentle with him. My mother said they brought him to meet Penny and put him on the floor with her and it was love at first meet.
* 7/30/12 Goodness gracious! I I posted this picture over 4 years ago and when I came back to it today I noticed two typos I had missed. Wonder if there are more?
My Grandparents and Buddy c. 1950
When I found this small black and white Polaroid of my grandparents among my mother's photographs, it made me cry. It so perfectly encapsulates my memories of my grandparents.
He was a big, gruff farmer who traded knives with his cronies on the town square, had a constant supply of funny sayings, and would drive fast over the bumps on the dirt roads around the farm, to the delight of my sister and me when we were alone with him in the car. He was also the devoted owner of small dogs like Buddy, sitting on his lap in this picture. After he retired from farming he would sit in his chair by the living room window all day with Buddy or the current dog on his lap and watch the country road that passed the farm.
My grandmother who sits behind him was a wonderfully quiet and sweet person who devoted her life to her family.
* Added thoughts: I am gratified that this photographs has resonated with others on flickr. It has set me thinking about my grandparents and their dogs. When my grandfather died he had a Chihuahua named Penny. My grandmother was coming to live with my parents and could not take the dog. They knew how much she had meant to my grandfather and wanted to find her the right home. One of the neighbors knew a family with an adult son with severe cerebral palsy. They wanted a dog for him that would be quite and gentle with him. My mother said they brought him to meet Penny and put him on the floor with her and it was love at first meet.
* 7/30/12 Goodness gracious! I I posted this picture over 4 years ago and when I came back to it today I noticed two typos I had missed. Wonder if there are more?