I don’t remember Grandpa looking this young, but he looks so handsome in this picture I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to post it for his birthday, number 129 to be exact. I have very few memories of him, but there are a couple that really stand out. Every Sunday afternoon, my parents and I would go visit Grandpa and Grandma. Grandpa always gave me a big hug and his whiskers were really scratchy and then sometime during the visit he would make me a paper hat by folding a page from the Sunday newspaper. I remember thinking that was pretty cool but I can’t remember if I ever wore one of those hats.
The hat memory really stuck with me and when I was an elementary school librarian I liked to read aloud the classic story, Caps for Sale: A Tale of a Peddler, Some Monkeys, and their Monkey Business by Esphyr Slobodkina. Each student would make the same hat my Grandpa used to make for me and then I would read the book and the students would act out the story. We had such fun and to think the idea started on a Sunday afternoon with my Grandpa.