Grandpa George looked like a formidable gentleman!
Raphe has a picture of him wearing a traditional Fedora. I'll have to search to find that one and post it.
Unfortunately, I did not get to meet my Grandpa George, as he had already died before I was born. My mother Glenna tells me stories about George that include him going upstate NY to play Pinochle (for cash). He would either come back empty handed, or with a trunk full of fish for the family! Either way, he always collected wild mushrooms and brought those as well. My mother tells me she said thank you and then tossed them in the back yard. I think there were some growing in the back yard after that. I love mushrooms and always wanted to become a Micologist.
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