Grandpa Victor and his Father Otto

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.