As I noted in a previous post, he was a woodworker with a tendency to take pictures of every. single. piece. he made. So several of the boxes have been labeled "Furniture" and we have quietly ignored them. Among the rest, however, we've come across some real gems from my mother's childhood and also from my own. So instead of sharing my own photography with you today, here's my grandfather's.
My grandmother, circa 1958. My comment to my friends in the Fullmetal Alchemist fandom is that she looks remarkably like Izumi Curtis in this picture. That will make no sense to the rest of you, I know.
My infant self, with the man in question. I was generally a pretty happy baby, but any picture where I'm with my grandfather - whom I adored - I am guaranteed to be smiling.
Apparently I was a tiger rider in my spare time. This is on my first Christmas; that's my mom. Yeah, she still looks pretty young 35 years later, too.
My grandparents had a motor home and did a lot of traveling when I was a kid, often taking me along with them. This is my grandmother and me on the stage at the original Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, when I was about four. I'm much paler nowadays, though not much taller.