Kiss goodnight, Castro Valley, CA.
Memorial Day BBQ chez DadDad. This brief post shows Pops with a photo of the kind of ship he served on in WWII, along with a little story. Â I’m sorry none of the 2oth century wars turned out to be “the war to end all wars,” as some vainly hoped. I’m sorry war continues to haunt the globe into the 21st, with not much in the way of an end in sight. I’m sorry for all those who grieve today and every day. And I’m glad my Dad made it back from “his” war okay.
Sweet photo, beautiful textures.
Thank you. There’s a whole lotta love there.
Great little camera with which to witness the moment, too. (!)
I wish I met my grandfathers.
Aaaaah. So very sorry. I have a distant memory of my own (I was pretty young when they died). But it’s there. I was lucky; my kids are lucky. Perhaps there’s someone you can comandeer/ conscript? A grandpa in need of a granddaughter? Not easy to pull off. But a heckuva deal for both of you. 🙂
a lovely picture and a lovely moment. thank you for posting it and to your dad for serving.
you’ve spurred me to free myself from a fear of long posts and finally write about memorial day, which these years is a confusing time for me. here’s the post, should you find yourself with time on your hands: http://bionicmamas.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day.html
Well, my grandparents were uncharecteristically old when they had my parents, and my parents were uncharecteristically old when they had me (mid to late 40s) so it’s to be expected. I bet they would have had some great stories to tell! One grandfather was a caravan salesman in france (kinda cool?) and the other fought in World War II as well, he was stationed in Northern Scotland and shot down planes, while my Grandma and Dad were evacuated to Cornwall like thousands of other Londoners. Theres a movie right there 😛