Grandpa and me

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I’m retelling this story from Sept. 2012 because I alluded to it on Monday and I need time to build up a backlog of posts. I love this story and I hope you do too.

This is probably my favorite photograph of all time. Meet my grandfather, who is holding me shortly after my birth in 1967.

Grandpa was an engineer, and he and Grandma were living temporarily in Seattle while he worked on a project. They flew back to South Bend just in time for my birth. Shortly after Mom came home from the hospital, her entire family came to the house to meet me. A great uncle took this photograph.

That’s the short of it. The long of it is more interesting.

Years later, Grandpa admitted that they went to Seattle because he had been invited to work on the space program. He wouldn’t elaborate, but Grandma whispered to me that he had designed the landing mechanism for the Apollo 11 moon unit. Grandma was proud of Grandpa and tended to inflate his accomplishments. She used to say that half the trains in America stopped on his brakes, and half the airplanes around the world landed on his landing gears. So all I really know, I think, is that Grandpa played some part in the space program. But that’s exciting enough!

My great uncle was a photographer for the Chicago Tribune. He brought his enormous press camera with him that afternoon and aimed it at us for a couple of shots. Some time later, a giant manila envelope arrived in the mail. It bore the Tribune’s logo and address; it carried prints and negatives. One oversized print is framed and hangs in my home. This scan is from a smaller print, one that fit my scanner. The scan packs plenty of resolution – if you click the image to see it much, much larger, you’ll be able to read my grandpa’s watch. (It was 2:25 in the afternoon.)

I cling to this image because my grandfather was a hard man to know. He made up for it by doing lots of things with me while I was a boy. He taught me to bait a hook and cast a line; I spent many happy hours silently fishing alongside him. He’d take me along when he’d “run up to Phil and Ann’s,” which was a little general store out in the sticks where he and Grandma had retired. There he’d always buy me a balsa-wood airplane or a pack of mints. With Grandma, he even took my brother and I on a long vacation up the eastern Lake Michigan shore, all four of us riding abreast in his pickup truck.

After I went away to college, Grandpa fell ill and went in and out of the hospital. I was too far away to come home except on breaks, at which times somehow he was always home and well. The summer I turned 20, Grandma told me that Grandpa wanted my brother and I to come spend a week, like we had so often when we were kids. My brother and I were both working, so the best we could do was come up for a weekend. We did the things we always did there – a little fishing, a little running around, a lot of staying up late listening to Grandma tell stories about the old days. Sunday night came too soon and we had to go. We said our goodbyes, and as we walked out the door he hung out of it and said, “I love you guys.”

It was the first and last time I heard him say it. When I saw him next, at Christmas, he was unconscious in ICU, slipping away. He died just after the new year.

As hard as I cling to this photograph, I cling even harder to his last words to me.


10 responses to “Grandpa and me”

  1. J P Cavanaugh Avatar

    I will confess that I followed the link in yesterday’s piece so I was a day ahead of you. What a great story. No wonder you turned into a camera junkie. You simply must find one of those old press cameras to add to your collection.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Heh, and buy a table to show it on. Those cameras are huge!

  2. Joe Avatar

    Great post Jim! I can totally relate to this post. I recently lost my grandfather and sure do miss him terribly. Like you, I hold on to a picture, memories and those last words he told me. Sounds like your grandpa was an interesting man.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      I’m sorry for your recent loss. Even though my grandpa died in 1988, I still miss him an awful lot.

  3. brickthomas Avatar

    Thanks for sharing. It was a warm and interesting story. I thought it was great.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks so much!

  4. hmunro Avatar

    What beautiful memories — and what a beautiful tribute, Jim.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks so much Heather!

  5. Sam Avatar

    Touching post, thanks for sharing. Made me think of my own Dad who passed away five years ago, also shortly after the new year.

    1. Jim Grey Avatar

      Thanks so much Sam. We never really get over these kinds of losses, do we.

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