August 28th, 2015
My grandpa is actually the reason I started blogging. In June of 2005, I embarked on a year-long adventure in India, working at a boarding school in the foothills of the Himalayas. It wasn’t a random choice – my grandfather grew up in India as a missionary kid and had attended that same school. I wanted to keep him in the loop about my experiences and decided that setting up a blog might be the best approach. I wrote stories and posted pictures for him so he could see his old stomping grounds. It was great. When I got home, I kept blogging, and the rest is history!
My grandpa is an amazing man. Until very recently, my 95-year-old grandfather still:
- Rode his bike regularly
- Took and developed photographs that would make Ansel Adams gnash his teeth with envy
- Performed with a well-respected symphony orchestra
That’s right. I think it’s safe to say that at 90, he was in better shape and was more active in his community than I will ever be. It’s simultaneously embarrassing and inspiring to come to that realization.
When I was little, I briefly took viola lessons so I could be just like grandpa. I wasn’t very good, but the few times I played with him were wonderful. He used to travel the world performing with a piano quartet and for a period of time we were pen pals. He’d send notes and postcards from his various trips and I would dutifully write back on homemade stationary I’d stamped with music notes.
Grandpa performed at my wedding and at my son’s baby dedication and the fact that my kids have gotten to know their great-grandpa brings me great joy.