bae
5-6-12, 6:29pm
I just came across these photos while reorganizing some files.
About 12 years ago, I took my 3 year old daughter across the country to see her grandfather, she hadn't seen him since she was ~1.
During the trip, she charmed the poor guy's socks off him. Grandpa passed away just a few years ago. He was a hard man, a WWII vet who had such a bad time during the war that he barely ever left his home county once he returned. He was an old-school rural postman, and breeding/raising/training hunting hounds was his passion.
In the nearby town, there was a merry-go-round, which we wandered into. My daughter was addicted, and rode it happily for a long time:
https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8SwTvEbGtXY/T6bxDl7C-dI/AAAAAAAAFTA/1uqRPz5xfdQ/s640/111-1157_IMG.JPG
My grandfather was never ever known to do anything light-hearted. He was a very kind, but very serious fellow.
My daughter looked at him with her big eyes, and said "Grandpa, come ride the horsies with me!"
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SQCjuM0GtrI/T6byL8ooSqI/AAAAAAAAFVo/db18tLuBMH8/s640/111-1178_IMG.JPG
So off he went.
Now, Grandpa probably had been riding horses since before he could walk, when he was suspecting he was becoming unable to drive the year he died, he was talking about going back to using horses. However, a carousel was something....different....and concerning....
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w6VsslOPduk/T6byV4qMUwI/AAAAAAAAFWA/AIXhL3C_kBE/s640/111-1181_IMG.JPG
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3SnEgkmBTCM/T6byPbGis2I/AAAAAAAAFVw/QCm-UjRioCM/s640/111-1179_IMG.JPG
He got the hang of it though:
https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KvjcNaA13Wg/T6byZU13KRI/AAAAAAAAFWI/pC7CLjQhIUM/s640/111-1182_IMG.JPG
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BNnQCl7Q31s/T6byIqrJRJI/AAAAAAAAFVg/EO8GcUbpAp0/s640/111-1177_IMG.JPG
The two of them then spent about an hour racing horses :-)
About 12 years ago, I took my 3 year old daughter across the country to see her grandfather, she hadn't seen him since she was ~1.
During the trip, she charmed the poor guy's socks off him. Grandpa passed away just a few years ago. He was a hard man, a WWII vet who had such a bad time during the war that he barely ever left his home county once he returned. He was an old-school rural postman, and breeding/raising/training hunting hounds was his passion.
In the nearby town, there was a merry-go-round, which we wandered into. My daughter was addicted, and rode it happily for a long time:
https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8SwTvEbGtXY/T6bxDl7C-dI/AAAAAAAAFTA/1uqRPz5xfdQ/s640/111-1157_IMG.JPG
My grandfather was never ever known to do anything light-hearted. He was a very kind, but very serious fellow.
My daughter looked at him with her big eyes, and said "Grandpa, come ride the horsies with me!"
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SQCjuM0GtrI/T6byL8ooSqI/AAAAAAAAFVo/db18tLuBMH8/s640/111-1178_IMG.JPG
So off he went.
Now, Grandpa probably had been riding horses since before he could walk, when he was suspecting he was becoming unable to drive the year he died, he was talking about going back to using horses. However, a carousel was something....different....and concerning....
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w6VsslOPduk/T6byV4qMUwI/AAAAAAAAFWA/AIXhL3C_kBE/s640/111-1181_IMG.JPG
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3SnEgkmBTCM/T6byPbGis2I/AAAAAAAAFVw/QCm-UjRioCM/s640/111-1179_IMG.JPG
He got the hang of it though:
https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KvjcNaA13Wg/T6byZU13KRI/AAAAAAAAFWI/pC7CLjQhIUM/s640/111-1182_IMG.JPG
https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BNnQCl7Q31s/T6byIqrJRJI/AAAAAAAAFVg/EO8GcUbpAp0/s640/111-1177_IMG.JPG
The two of them then spent about an hour racing horses :-)