George enlisted in the Army at Flint, Michigan on August 30, 1918. According to his sister, George knew martial arts and helped train troops. He moved his wife and daughter to California in 1947 because the warmth would be good for his severe arthritis. They first lived in Pasadena, then moved to Yucaipa in the high desert, then finally back to Paramount, CA. George and Lenna enjoyed playing Canasta. George also loved to play Shuffleboard and Cribbage. I recall seeing Shuffleboard trophies on the shelf, so he must have been pretty good at it.
My grandfather, George, was the sweetest man, but was also a jokester. He used to hide in the broom closet to frighten my grandmother. In his 60's, he would stand on his head, much to our delight, but was always scolded by my grandmother. I loved it when he would pick me up from school in his big Plymouth, especially when he would speed down the road at 45 miles per hour. If grandma only knew, boy would he get in trouble! He also made the very best peanut butter fudge, as well as chocolate. He always saved the toys from cereal boxes for us.
George would always go for walks around the mobile home park, and according to grandma, would always flirt with the ladies - especially if they were redheads.
I was twelve when Grandpa died, and I still miss him. Whenever I feel mischievous, I know Grandpa is still with me, because I swear I can see him smiling and thinking there is a little piece of him carrying on a tradition of devilment.
My grandfather, George, was the sweetest man, but was also a jokester. He used to hide in the broom closet to frighten my grandmother. In his 60's, he would stand on his head, much to our delight, but was always scolded by my grandmother. I loved it when he would pick me up from school in his big Plymouth, especially when he would speed down the road at 45 miles per hour. If grandma only knew, boy would he get in trouble! He also made the very best peanut butter fudge, as well as chocolate. He always saved the toys from cereal boxes for us.
George would always go for walks around the mobile home park, and according to grandma, would always flirt with the ladies - especially if they were redheads.
I was twelve when Grandpa died, and I still miss him. Whenever I feel mischievous, I know Grandpa is still with me, because I swear I can see him smiling and thinking there is a little piece of him carrying on a tradition of devilment.
George enlisted in the Army at Flint, Michigan on August 30, 1918. According to his sister, George knew martial arts and helped train troops. He moved his wife and daughter to California in 1947 because the warmth would be good for his severe arthritis. They first lived in Pasadena, then moved to Yucaipa in the high desert, then finally back to Paramount, CA. George and Lenna enjoyed playing Canasta. George also loved to play Shuffleboard and Cribbage. I recall seeing Shuffleboard trophies on the shelf, so he must have been pretty good at it.
My grandfather, George, was the sweetest man, but was also a jokester. He used to hide in the broom closet to frighten my grandmother. In his 60's, he would stand on his head, much to our delight, but was always scolded by my grandmother. I loved it when he would pick me up from school in his big Plymouth, especially when he would speed down the road at 45 miles per hour. If grandma only knew, boy would he get in trouble! He also made the very best peanut butter fudge, as well as chocolate. He always saved the toys from cereal boxes for us.
George would always go for walks around the mobile home park, and according to grandma, would always flirt with the ladies - especially if they were redheads.
I was twelve when Grandpa died, and I still miss him. Whenever I feel mischievous, I know Grandpa is still with me, because I swear I can see him smiling and thinking there is a little piece of him carrying on a tradition of devilment.
My grandfather, George, was the sweetest man, but was also a jokester. He used to hide in the broom closet to frighten my grandmother. In his 60's, he would stand on his head, much to our delight, but was always scolded by my grandmother. I loved it when he would pick me up from school in his big Plymouth, especially when he would speed down the road at 45 miles per hour. If grandma only knew, boy would he get in trouble! He also made the very best peanut butter fudge, as well as chocolate. He always saved the toys from cereal boxes for us.
George would always go for walks around the mobile home park, and according to grandma, would always flirt with the ladies - especially if they were redheads.
I was twelve when Grandpa died, and I still miss him. Whenever I feel mischievous, I know Grandpa is still with me, because I swear I can see him smiling and thinking there is a little piece of him carrying on a tradition of devilment.
