APRIL 15, 2014
This might sound cliche, but my great grandpa always had a twinkle in his eye. And his laugh! Oh my goodness. What a glorious sound. I loved, loved, loved Gramp. Sadly, I got only six years with him, but those six years were a blast, going for whoop-de-doo rides in the Tucson foothills, playing with the bottom drawer toys in the living room, checking out his garage full of gumball machines. My brother and I relished our Gramp visits, as did everyone in the family. There wouldn’t be just 100 Happy Days with Gramp, there’d be a gazillion.
Gramp was my maternal grandmother’s father, an entrepreneur and adventurer and all around great man. The photo below is a family favorite, snapped by my grandmother (Nannie to us), and although I have no clue what I said to evoke that expression, I’m beyond thrilled she captured it. How awesome is this??
A couple of years ago, I remembered my mom had his old watch. It didn’t work, the crystal was totally clouded, but I wanted it, so being the spectacular mother that she is, she gave it to me. Couple hundred bucks later, and it works like a charm. I adore this watch. I mean really, really adore it.
Pretty simple and sweet way to be happy, huh? Thanks Kenneth Lee Jewett for being the world’s most wonderful Great Grandpa. I wish we would have had more time together, but I like to think wearing your watch gives us just that. Time.