These are my Dad's parents, George and Margaret Smith. This is one of the few photos of them smiling. For whatever reason, my Grandpa kept up a serious demeanor, and I suppose Grandma followed. I remember them as kind and a little stern. Which is how they raised their two boys, my Dad and his brother Bob.
Seems the opposite of how I was raised. My Dad was always smiling, always goofing around. Although early pictures of him do show a rather serious young man. I guess you learn to smile during your life. Or you learn to forget.
Dad, at the cottages in Wellfleet:
Here's another shot of Grandpa, again smiling. Or almost:
Here's a little Christmas in June, with a pretty reticent-looking Santa.
I don't remember this, so it must have been when I was very little:
2 comments:
Dell -- I love these photos! Even though Grandpa isn't really smiling in these pictures, I do remember him liking to kid us. When we asked him what he did for a living, we thought he said "sold dirty shirts." He meant "insurance." Is that Dad in the Santa suit? Priceless!
Great photos!! Thank you for sharing these beautiful memories. :)
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