October 13, 2018
I never knew that grandpa was born in Minnesota. How is it I’ve never read his obituary before? He may have loved the water (I would love to have a picture of the diving bell he built), but he was fascinated by people, all kinds. He was always up for an adventure. Learning that he followed Grandma to Michigan was like a piece of the puzzle dropping into place, as was the date of their marriage, about six weeks after Pearl Harbor. I need to get the rogue’s picture gallery back up somewhere, it has been too long.