In this one, you are my major idea of my grandfather. I never know you. There are not many stories about you. You died when mom was five. This photo of you is sepia, in an oval frame with bowed glass. Mom treasured this photograph. Your image honored our family gallery wall for years.
When my parents were moving the pictures were all boxed up. Someone came in,watched some and stole all of the boxes not knowing the family treasures they held. Your picture was stolen.
I have pictures of the family gallery and you are there. In an attempt to recapture this treasure for my mom, I had an artist sketch your image. I cannot pull up an image of the sketch. I can always see the picture of you..
When my parents were moving the pictures were all boxed up. Someone came in,watched some and stole all of the boxes not knowing the family treasures they held. Your picture was stolen.
I have pictures of the family gallery and you are there. In an attempt to recapture this treasure for my mom, I had an artist sketch your image. I cannot pull up an image of the sketch. I can always see the picture of you..