Hot Rod Harry is in the middle.
Yesterday, I read a post at Tonja's Musings (click here) about all her discoveries on Ancestry.com. Tonja discovered lots of documents on the website. One example from her blog post:
"The marriage bond of my great-grandparents. Yes, bond - it stated the ancestors would be entitled to $1500 if the marriage stuck. Was there a problem with divorce in the early 1900's? It's a little confusing. Maybe I read it wrong."
I loved reading about Tonja's research. Before writing took all my time, I spent many hours on that website researching my Irish roots. I think my favorite part of doing genealogy research was finding old photos. Photos can tell such stories. At the left, you see a photo that my dad gave me. My grandfather is standing in the middle.
My Grandpa Harry was a different kind of guy. It wasn't easy to get close to him. He was stern when I was a kid, and his personality seemed to change when I was a adult. Perhaps it was only my perception. I've been told he led a wild and woolly existence in his younger years. That makes this picture very interesting to me. My dad has lots of stories about my grandfather, and I should write them all down before I forget.
These are the things I'll always remember about Grandpa Harry. When I was little, my grandfather didn't put up with nonsense or laugh very much. He had a fiery temper to go with his red hair. Grandpa drove his white Ford truck like a bat out of hell. You now understand why my sister and I called him Hot Rod Harry.
Harry had few hobbies in his retirement years. He loved to talk math. He did calculations like some folks do crossword puzzles. I have no clue if any of the math was accurate. Grandpa could also crochet like nobody's business, and I had numerous house slippers to prove it. The best memories I have are of Grandpa babysitting my son. He was the most caring, gentle man when it came to my baby boy.