Dec. 10, 1911, a century ago, my grandfather was born.
A powerful figure in my childhood, the image of my grandfather remains fully formed more than two decades after his death.
He awoke before dawn daily to milk cows and tend to farm chores before putting in a day’s work at Fort Knox. He had big features that probably seemed bigger because of his bald head. A strong man with huge, powerful hands and a forceful personality to match, he enjoyed a rowdy argument about as much as he enjoyed a good laugh.