Grandfathers, part 2

My paternal grandfather and I share the same first and last name. I don’t remember him well, because he died when I was six years old. What I do recall is that one Christmas his and my presents got mixed up in the family exchange. I was very excited to receive the beautiful outdoor thermometer decorated with bright red cardinals; moments later, I was crestfallen when it was taken from me and given to him. I did not begrudge Grandpa getting that gift, but I was sorry not to receive something so pretty and useful.

Grandpa M was a carpenter, and he passed those skills to his elder surviving son, my Dad. Sadly, they did not pass to me. I am not particularly useful when building or repairing must be done. I have seen some of my grandfather’s work, and it is impressive.

Unlike the memories I have of Grandpa A, I do not recall the sound of Grandpa M’s voice, or any sayings of his. But this I do know for certain: Grandpa M knew the Lord and trusted himself to his Savior. Gram is there with him, and so is Mum. That’s what I know of Grandpa M.