Grandpa Charlie looking very dapper in his WW1 uniform. I didn't get to know him well because he died of throat cancer when I was about 4. But I do remember he would give me a rubbery wet kiss and then scrape my face with his whiskers.
I leave for the south tomorrow, to visit my brother and shake the family tree!
1 comment:
What a great memory. I love seeing family photos.
I hope you have a happy trip.
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