My grandfather and his tiny pickup truck
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My grandfather is a character. He is doing well but as time goes by, he is getting more and more forgetful……..and slower. He started going to work again in the morning with my dad about a week ago but he has agreed to cut back to 3 or 4 days at the most. He still insists on sweeping the floors. He still has his license and loves his tiny pickup truck. It’s over 13 years old and only has 30,000 miles on it. This is his parking spot below and if someone visits and parks in his spot by accident, he flips out. I remember last summer, someone was visiting my mom and they parked in his spot and when he pulled in the driveway, he just honked his horn over and over for about 5 minutes. Needless to say, my mother went outside and gave him a piece of her mind. That was funny!
It’s absolutely filthy inside but he doesn’t care. I move his truck often as we tend to shuffle cars around in the driveway and last time I moved it, I found a random gas cap cover, 100 or so screws and random lolly pop sticks. I asked him what the gas cap was for and he said, “well, you never know when you might need one.” He grew up during the depression and he keeps everything. I mean, everything.
My grandparents have seen so many changes in the last 80+ years. I mean, his tiny pickup truck compared to his bike above when he was 20 years old is quite amazing if you think about it.
He is still pretty excited to hang out with my dad on the weekends when we are building things and he loves to still put his two cents in. In his mind, he is still the boss. I guess in a way, he is! 😉 Be sure to check out our workplace and see where he sweeps. As far as he is concerned, he has the most important job.
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I love that your Grandfather can be cranky and old school in his ways…but he’s still progressive enough to wear a pink shirt!! He makes me laugh because I see little bits of my Dad in some of the things he does, and wonder what he would have been like today.
You will never regret living your life under one roof with the people you love the most!
Take care..
I love that your Grandfather can be cranky and old school in his ways…but he’s still progressive enough to wear a pink shirt!! He makes me laugh because I see little bits of my Dad in some of the things he does, and wonder what he would have been like today.
You will never regret living your life under one roof with the people you love the most!
Take care..
Glad you enjoy hearing about him. He loves to hear reader comments. ha. He thinks he is famous. haha. That is cool he reminds you a bit of your dad 🙂
Sorry for the double post…but I really mean it! lol!
God bless your granddad for keeping going. My mom’s dementia stopped my dad from having a life after he was eighty and his health just kept going downhill because he would not get out and do anything. Now they are both bedridden in a nursing home with no quality of life. Lesson learned!! Never! Never! Stop! No matter what. There is always something your mind and body can do.
So sorry to hear that Nancy. Dementia is a scary thing, we went through it with my other gram (my mom’s mom) when she lived with us right before she died a couple years ago. You are right, you have to keep going. Thanks so much for stopping by 🙂
My dad had a similar little pick up in red. When he was 94 he went to renew his license. In Connecticut a license renewal is good for 6 years so he came home with a license good until he was 100! He gave up driving a year later after coming home with scrapes, dents and long grass sticking out everywhere on the truck. He was living with us but would never tell us what happened. I can only imagine. he worked hard his whole life and refused to retire until he was 88. I love to read about your family and, in particular, your Grandfather. He’s a hoot just like my dad. Treasure every day.
100 YEARS OLD!!! Wow, that is so cool :). That is wonderful that you got to live with him. There is such a big difference when you live with each other 🙂
I love your blog and it never gets old hearing about your family. I can feel the love and admiration you have for all of them. You are a person who knows what is important in life! The wonderful memories you are creating will be with you always. ☺️
Thanks Tricia!