Speaking of Grandpa's. On this date in 1914, my own Grandpa was born. He passed away in 1963 when I was about 8 years old. It scary to think he was my age when he died. I have many fond memories of him. He used to love to fish and have a drink now and then. When he would take me fishing with him, he would buy me candy if I promised not to tell my Grandma (Nanny) that he imbibed. Of course, I ate the candy and stooged my butt off.
We have one more family birthday coming up on Saturday.
Be Blessed.
~Percy