My grandfather died when I was 19. He was a man that was happiest when he was either playing with his model trains, playing with us grandkids or playing music.
He was a music teacher by day and a musician at night around the city of Chicago. Although he could play almost any instrument known to man, his favorites were the organ and his saxophone. He was a Jazz-man! He in turn taught his two children instruments as well, my Mother embraced the flute and piccolo (as I did) and my uncle the clarinet. If I ever get off my butt, I have records of these three, The Johnson Trio which I need to get into a professional to record these to CD. I’m sure these records probably only got one more ‘play’ in them before the vinyl gets scratched off by the needle.
After his partying days were over, he moved to a beautiful part of Michigan, right along the lake called Douglas. The house looked a bit different back then. It was a plain white farmhouse. It has obviously had a bit of a face-lift since then! My earliest memories include going there during the summer. I can’t seem to find an old photo of the house…
The upper room used to be where my bro and I stayed.
I was having a few growing pains of my own at the time of his death. I did attend his funeral, which was odd, as it was my step-grandmother who made the arrangements. We didn’t feel her distaste for us until that day. He wanted to be cremated, however she chose to bury him. I’ve not been back to this area since the funeral, well, until now!
I really had no idea where he was buried. I actually figured the internet is a powerful thing… Let’s search it… I found a site called Find-A-Grave. That helped!
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