My Grandfather was a man with more jokes, tricks and wisdom than any man I have ever met. He was a husband to my gorgeous and amazing Grandmother, a father to my also gorgeous and amazing Mother and to her 4 sisters. He was a very comfy lap to sit on and smelled like saw dust because usually, just as we were getting to our Grandparents house (and to get there, you actually had to go over the river and through the woods...) he was coming up from his wood working shop. He almost always was sneaking chocolate and trying to hide it from my Grandma. He had an electronic thesaurus and a crossword on the table next to his over sized lazy boy, almost always. He had cozy sweaters and maraschino cherries in his refrigerator. But most of all, he had a heart of gold, just like my Grandma's heart and all five of their daughters. My grandfather used to photograph weddings. Now, I do that. My grandfather used to write. Now, I am trying to finish the book that he started writing. He used to make incredible grandfather clocks out of wood and hope chests that you couldn't afford to buy at the store because they are made to such quality. I think, My grandpa is where I get my overflowing creative juices. Sometimes, too many at once! But mostly, who I am comes from the family that I have behind me at all times. My family is a rare treasure to so many people in this busy world. Something, that I will never, ever take for granted. So, for my first picture post... My family. And this isn't even all of us!