Today was my grandpa's 80th birthday. Or it would have been, except that he died three years ago.
I don't even understand how it's been three years already, but that's what grandma said, so it must be true.
My grandpa was pretty awesome. Not a saint, but still awesome. He worked with his hands all his life--building things, growing things. He was kind, though quiet. Not an intellectual by any means, but hard working and honest and friendly. I loved him, and still do.
Bonus: he helped make my mom and my aunt amazing too. Played ball with them, taught them to be self-sufficient, gave them skills that are still useful today. He taught us all that we girls could just as well drive a tractor, use tools, and throw a baseball as anyone else could. And even with only one eye, he could see more truth in people and the world than many can.
Happy birthday, grandpa.
in honor of Albert Martin Scott, a selection of photos from 3rd grade to age 70...
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| the beloved dog, and the beloved car |
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| seminary graduation...obviously my grandparents are on the right, parents on the left. ;-) |
