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Remembering

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AnnaandGrandpa

The other day, my Grandmother Elly and I were cleaning out some papers and we came across a newspaper article about the shop my grandpa had opened in a nearby town. It stated that this was a machine shop with the most up-to-date in machinery! This was from 1975. Elly laughed when I showed her that. She said that the machines were old machines but that Grandpa had fixed them up real well.

I remember as a teenager in the 70's going with my parents and sister to work in that shop. We were making parts for a camera bracket that held flashes for doing up close photography. This was invented by my uncle and produced by his dad, my grandpa. There were many parts to make and they were made out of aluminum. I used the band saw to cut aluminum tubing, the drill press to drill holes/chamfer edges in the aluminum blocks and the stamp press to give the aluminum arms a flat end to attach to the camera. We would work whether it was hot or cold, smelling like oil, we used WD40 liberally whenever cutting the aluminum. We came together as a family to help my grandpa, help my uncle with his business. My uncle lived much farther away than us (more than two hours) so he never worked with us.

This picture of my grandpa with my niece was a common sight at the end of my grandpa's life. He was no longer able to drive to the shop but came out to the backyard shop to work on his perpetual motion machine each morning escorted so many times by this little girl. Grandpa graduated to heaven on New Year's Day 2004. I like to think of this picture as an example of those caregivers who walk alongside our caree to make sure they get to where they want to go safely, even if when it's in their own backyard.

Today, our humble belongings are packed inside that backyard shop, waiting for Grandma's journey here on earth to be complete and then we will move back to our home.

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Denise

What a great post, EG, and what an amazing photo. The photo just says so much. You've pitching in to help the family throughout your life. In essence, you've been caring for those family members in various ways as long as you could. The care changed as their needs changed. So interesting to have that perspective.

TomB

Thank you for sharing such beautiful memories. That picture looks like an angel is walking with him.

Lillie Fuller

I never had a grandpa but I would like to imagine this picture as something I would of done with my Grandpa, just as my boys did with their Grandpa, my dad. That journey to the garage, the shop, the place where all the wonderful tools were, what a journey that is/was. I bet there were a ton of stories told, some lessons learned. Thank you for sharing EG!

Hussy

Been thinking a lot about \"stuff\" lately. How strangely important it used to be to me and how unimportant it has become. Your post reminded me of how all the men on my father's side of the family worked in the same machine shop. My grandfather, my uncle, my father. They made machine tools. Cutters and grinders. We only had one car for our family and I remember my mother sometimes driving us to pick up my father after work. We would watch all the men come out of the \"shop\" as they called it and walk across the bridge to the parking lot, carrying their lunch boxes.

jan

What a great, thoughtful post! What a contrast between the buildings that hold our \"stuff\" and the temples that hold our souls. While we are here on this earth, we can move all the stuff around and keep it safe in buildings made by human hands. What really counts are buildings that are eternal, and memories that live forever.