Grandpa Creech
Love that hat
those boots
that familiar pose
I have his bones
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Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
Love that cardigan and those arms resting on his knees.
ReplyDeleteI think it is sad that the tradition of wearing a hat has faded out, both with men and women. He is a handsome fella.
ReplyDeleteMighty fine bones to have, by the looks of them!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite poems is "I Knew a Woman" by Theodore Roethke, which begins, "I know a woman, lovely in her bones..."--a highly erotic poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo of your father with the reminisce of "I have his bones..."
Thanks, Kate. . .it's my grandfather, tho...
DeleteThis photo is such a treasure...a connection to your roots...
ReplyDeletewhat fine, fine bones...now that's a legacy to pass on from generation to generation.
ReplyDeleteYour grandfather was very dapper. Great photo!
ReplyDeleteIs there a Kentucky connection within your family? I vaguely remember a mention. . . although I've been wrong before.
Yes, there's a KY connection . . .
DeleteI love the way he was dressed! and his hands! this picture is really beautyful!
ReplyDelete'I have his bones.'
ReplyDeleteLike, in a box somewhere?
hahaha
DeleteSuch special jewels in our lives.
ReplyDeleteLove the image. Reminds me of my grandfather who worked on locomotives in Schenectady. He would pull me up on his lap sitting at the kitchen table and sing me songs in a half dozen languages. There were immigrants from all over the world where he worked so you had to be bilingual to survive.
ReplyDeleteLOVE that story of your grandfather!!
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