My Grandpa Dan died last Thursday.
It's bittersweet because he will be missed but was VERY ready to go.
I thought I'd share some of the things I'll never forget!
Grandpa Crackers: When I was a little girl I called Cheez-Its 'Grandpa Crackers' because my Grandpa ALWAYS ate them. My first day of Kindergarten I took my .50 cents for snack time 
and stood in line like a big girl. When I got to the front I said, "I would like some Grandpa Crackers please." The cafeteria lady had NO idea what I was talking about and I ended up having to point them out. That's the day I discovered that our family has lots of nicknames for every day items, like crackers. He was a Scrabble GENIUS.
We banned him from play because he was so good.
Like most people from Savannah, he loved shrimp boils for his birthday, black eyed peas, okra and grits! He also loved fishing and marching bands.
He was always willing to 'help' with my college math homework for me so that I could focus on other important study topics like like
beer drinking and standards stealing. ;) I'd just send him an email and 20 minutes later it would magically be finished!
After EVERY trip in the car (even if it was just to the grocery store) he would log his miles in a spiral notebook he kept in the center console. So weird!
He was a really good harmonica player! This is a picture of our group at my grandparents' house in Oakhurst playing guitar, harmonica and singing after dinner. So fun.
This is how our telephone conversations ALWAYS started (I'm going to try to type in a Southern accent for his parts....not as easy as it sounds).
GD: Hello?
TK: Hi Grandpa, It's Taylor.
GD: TAYLAH WHOOOOO?
TK: Taylor, your granddaughter. Giggle Giggle.
GD: Aaaah, hello. How are ya honey?
TK: I'm good, how are you?
GD: I'm fihne. Just fiihne.
TK: Is Bee home?
GD: Ah, no she's at....uh...well...somewhere. PEO? Bookclub? Bible Study? Fresno Flats (the historic society/museum they're docents for)? She's always off doin' somethin' you know. I can't keep track..........
I spent part of the summer after my senior year at their house to get some quality time before college. That's the summer I was allowed to participate in the nightly cocktail hour! He made me my first vodka tonic. Very refreshing! He always finished his sips with a satisfied 'aaaaaaaaah,' a wink and a smile.
Grandpa VS. The Woodpeckers of Madera County
During the summers woodpeckers pound on my grandparents' wood home. In the mornings my grandpa would take his BB gun on a mission to make them stop. So, the morning soundtrack included PECK PECK PECK PECK PECK then PING PING PING then FLUTTER FLUTTER!
Now tell me what YOU love about YOUR grandpas!
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