Monday, March 23, 2009

Things From My Grandpa

I grew up across the country from my paternal grandparents, so I had a tendency to really hold on tight to anything that came from them. Today I would like to show you some of the few thing I have from my Grandpa.

First up is this...

His chess set.

He taught me to play chess on this very set, and although I display no prowess for strategy or warfare, I can't help but be amazed at the intricacies of this set.

No two pawns are alike, each piece is it's own individual.

Lastly is this...

His camera. He documented everything, and I'm going to go out on a limb and say that is where I get my desire to take pictures and ensure that no memory goes unrecorded.

He also took a lot of home videos, I would like to tell you about one in particular. When my grandfather was young he enlisted in the military, and was stationed at what was believed to be a cushy post in Hawaii. However, on December 7th, 1942, he woke up in his barracks to the sound of guns. He blamed the "daggone navy" for conducting drills on a Sunday morning, but when he looked out of his window he saw a Japanese Zero banking in the air and got a full view of the rising sun symbol. He immediately took off across the field, without his his underwear. (I also inherited that trait to act..then think). He survived the attack, although some of his friends did not. Later that day he got out his video camera and shot some shaky but clear footage of the aftermath of bombing of Pearl Harbor.

He passed away several years ago, and these pieces, these memories, are more precious than ever. Matt and I have late night chess tournaments, and in the back of my head I often hear the sounds of my Grandpa's voice coaching me through my moves. Everytime I go to get my camera I see my Grandpa's camera sitting there as well, and I thank God for the time I got to spend with him, and the desire he passed on to me to record our lives as they happen.

Are there items in your home that evoke feelings? That remind you of loved ones that exist only in your memories? How do you display them?


  1. For my 24th birthday, my mom gave me a quilt and wrote me the story of it. It was started by my Great-Grandma (who passed away 15 years ago or so, but who I still remember very well) and her sister. They would take pieces of worn-out clothes and use them as squares. My grandma also worked on the quilt. My grandma had a stroke, so she had my Amish baby-sitters finish the quilt. My mom gave me the quilt and it is now displayed in our living room.

    Just looking at the different squares, I think of the stories that are behind them...

  2. Love that chess set! It's stunning.

    Don't have much from my grandparents -except some video film and memories!

  3. I have lots of things that mean more to me than any new item ever could. About a year ago, I took a old box of home movie films to have them put on DVD. Most were me as a baby. But my grandparents were on those films with me, and I just sat and cried and cried watching those old films. They are a treasure.

    I also have my grandmothers old sewing machine. It needs to be worked on, new belts and everything needs work, but I have it, and it is a treasure.

    Great memories.

  4. This post made me well up. :-(

    I miss both my Grandpa and my Pop-Pop. Unfortunately due to "family politics" I have nothing tangible from either one. Just a couple of pictures. That makes me sad.

  5. Very touching post, dear Rebekah Rosebud!

  6. That chess set is gorgeous! That's definitely something to be proud of having. Your Grandpa's camera reminds me of the ones I used to use when I worked as a newspaper editor. I always hoped to get better using a standard camera before I left that job.

    My husband has some old cameras and movie cameras that used to belong to his relatives. We have a set of bookshelves in our living room, and have lined them up along the top row. I love the look of them up there, and wonder what kind of pictures they captured years ago.

  7. Beautiful post Bekah.

    When I play cards I think of my Grandpa (and Grandma actually). He and I would get into loud arguments because he was a ruthless player. And although it seemed as though I was angry, I loved him through every second of it. He's still alive and he is my only grandpa I have ever known, so he is near and dear to my heart.


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