I don't remember my grandfather very well. He passed away when I was just six. I have just a few memories of places we went and things we did together, like a summer picnic at state park, an outing to a backwoods pond, or reading a book on camping on the floor as he sat in his easy chair and read whatever adults read. He left a strong impression however, as a serious man. I got the same impression from my Great Uncle Harold sometimes, too.