This is the kind of guy my Grandpa is: a builder. He worked for Steigerwalt Builders for a long time. When he got home, he worked with my dad on the farm; we grew up on. Grandpa was used to 14-16 hour days. He always had time to be nice to the grandkids. You hardly ever saw him without a smile on his face.
He was all about the golden rule of treating others how you wanted to be treated.
Grandpa would come over to our house every Christmas morning because he wanted to be around when kids were opening packages on Christmas morning.
Grandpa would help build projects for school with us and he showed us how to do things the old-fashioned way often...like butchering our own meat for the freezer. He had sayings like "enough salt to track a rabbit" when we were making our own sausage.
Now Grandpa can't remember who we are. He is pretty healthy, except for the memory. I think that is okay, I hope he is happy where ever his mind is, because he sure has a legacy of love all around him.
One of my funniest memories is when Grandpa thought it would be a good idea for me to drive his standard truck in the corn field at age 15 while he was sitting on the tailgate with a hand-crank broadcaster for seeds. His idea was that I would drive while he sowed the seeds. I don't know how many times I threw him off the back of the tailgate before I got the hang of it. He would smile while getting up and explain what I had to do with the clutch and brake, again. And again... and again...
Gramps, I love you! Happy Birthday, I hope you have as many more as you want!