My grandfather was a tall strapping Englishman – with an easy smile and laugh in spite of his seemingly stern composure.  Growing up we lived a thousand miles apart, but we still saw him a couple of times a year till I left for college. 

 

He died in my Sophomore year at the University of Utah.  And that was when I realized how little I knew about his life.  What had he done for a living?  Where did he meet my grandmother….? How did he survive the depression…?  And the list could go on.  I hardly knew him.