My mom does remember my grandfather talking about being a little girl, as I recounted in my previous post. What I didn't remember though, is that he was the Youngest of three brothers. That is my grand-dad, cute as a button, in that pretty white dress.
My Aunt K, (Mom's younger sister) who read my blog entry, said that she remembered her dad teasing her that yes, he was once a little girl, and had the picture to prove it. And there it is, above.
My grandfather died at a very young age of a massive heart attack. I never met him. I wish him Happy Father's Day however and think of him this time of year. Why? Because this is the time of year that kids say - "Gee, there is Mother's Day, and Father's Day - when is it Kid's Day?" My mom says his answer was always - "EVERY DAY is Kid's day!"