Happy Birthday, Grandfather, February 27 .... who lived a physical, rugged, stoic life within a life, and who never found the end of the rainbow.
My grandfather, the one I was close to, was a German. His mother made him take piano and violin lessons when he was a boy. He preferred working with and riding horses, swimming and reading, but at times, decades later, when I knew him, after drinking a few beers he would open the case to the violin of his boyhood and test his hands and his memory with a piece of music.
He worked at the same job for thirty-nine years.
He had a vegetable garden every summer. During dry times, he carried water in two sprinkler buckets from a lake about two blocks distant to ensure his crops prospered.
My favorite memory of him is as an old man, sitting outside in a rocking chair in the shade of a tree in Sunday, summer heat, listening to music and reading novels.
Here are some German "boys" of a different generation to provide birthday music for him while I fade back into the shadows beyond the blogs, leaving my alter ego behind to keep an eye on things here .... be back .... eventually ....