This would have been Grandpa's birthday - a man who was a precious influence in my life when I was a child. I don't know who I would be if it hadn't been for him and Grandma. I always knew I was safe and loved when I was with them. Grandpa always encouraged the artist in me by seeing that I had paper and pencils and pencil boxes.
In this picture I'm "helping" him down by the beehives. He kept bees so I always had my fill of honey. Once my mother looked out the window to see me pushing the bees in and out of the hive like it was a little garage. She turned white and ran outside to stop me. Grandpa said "Just leave her alone, don't scare her, she'll be allright." And I was, the bees never bothered me. Maybe I smelled like honey from eating so much! Special memories of a very special Grandpa. Diane