Grandpa

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