The Photography Chronicles ~ 18

Yes, thats me in the yellow shirt, my dad with the awesome ‘stache, my grandma paula and my grandfather. This photo is the epitome of my memories of their house. Grandpa Jim would cook, everyone except myself would drink wine, and he always had “pop” in short stumpy glass bottles for me. I have no idea what kind it was but it always came in fun flavors like cola, grape, or ginger ale. We always ate off of fun china. I see this photo and I can remember the smell of their house, like oak and fresh apples and fall. He always baked fresh bread. Its amazing how much of my own personality and interests relate to theirs. I miss these dinners, and I miss my grandfather.