"what binds us we're all borrowing / and what was left we've traded in"
My grandfather's funeral was yesterday. It was a long service and reception, but very nice as well.
At some point during the day, it occured to me that I come by my love of both stories and music very honestly, and my grandfather was indeed one of those sources. So I'm going to share the short version of one of the many, many stories my grandfather told.
My grandfather served in the Navy during World War Two. He was sent to the Pacific front and stationed on both minesweepers and netlayers. The war ended, and his ship was called back to port. As he told it, a few days out from San Francisco, a stomach flu worked through most of the crew. My grandfather was one of the handful of people not busy throwing up every five minutes. This was a fortunate turn of events for my grandfather because he really wanted to be at the helm when the ship returned to port--and he was, wearing only his boxer shorts, when they sailed home under the Golden Gate Bridge. It's an idea that makes me smile.
At some point during the day, it occured to me that I come by my love of both stories and music very honestly, and my grandfather was indeed one of those sources. So I'm going to share the short version of one of the many, many stories my grandfather told.
My grandfather served in the Navy during World War Two. He was sent to the Pacific front and stationed on both minesweepers and netlayers. The war ended, and his ship was called back to port. As he told it, a few days out from San Francisco, a stomach flu worked through most of the crew. My grandfather was one of the handful of people not busy throwing up every five minutes. This was a fortunate turn of events for my grandfather because he really wanted to be at the helm when the ship returned to port--and he was, wearing only his boxer shorts, when they sailed home under the Golden Gate Bridge. It's an idea that makes me smile.