Grandad was a wonderful man: a husband, father of 5, grandfather of 12 and great-grandfather to 13 littlies. I was so fortunate to grow up knowing all four of my grandparents and, although living in a different state to Nanna and Grandad meant we didn't see them a lot, they spoiled us rotten when we did!
Grandad was also a soldier in WWII, a prisoner of war on the Burma railway. He didn't speak of this much but the things he did say were incredible. A man of few words, he would just make a short comment on something in a matter-of-fact way.
But the thing my whole family will remember most about Grandad is his sense of humour. Think of the corniest jokes you've ever heard and then double the corn-factor. But we all laughed; it was all in the dry delivery, a quiet joke coming from the armchair in the corner of the room, accompanied by a slight twitching of the lips.
We went to Hobart earlier in the year to visit Nanna and Grandad. Below is a picture of him with the next three generations - Mum, me and Abbey. I'm so glad that we were able to take Abbey down so that Grandad could meet her.
Lest we forget.
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