My Grandfather

The end of one year and the beginning of the next seems an opportune time to look back and look forward.

My paternal grandfather, Raymond Cornelius Hands, Sr. was born in Independence, Missouri on the 25th of March in 1896. The first son of William Oscar Hands and Bertha Frances Mills, my grandfather (R. C.) served as a civil engineer during World War I, and later became an active leader in his church. He died in St. Louis early September 1978.

My father, Raymond Cornelius Hands, Jr, was born June 19, 1927 in St. Louis, the oldest son of R.C. and Elizabeth Pearl Archibald. Dad served in the Navy during World War II and afterward became one excellent salesman. He and Mom live about 100 miles away. I like to take my guitar and play for Mom and Dad as we visit.

Even though Dad’s memory of me seems to fade quicker every time I see him, I think he enjoys singing along with me. We started with my first song, “Wild Thing.” “You Are My Sunshine” and “Love Me Tender” have been added to our repertoire. I try to have a new song each time, but he also enjoys singing the older songs.

Several weeks ago I drove down and played the guitar for him. Dad and I had a good time. The next day Dad told my Mom that his father had come to see him just yesterday. I became my grandfather.

That metaphor seems so simple, yet so wonderful.

I became my grandfather.

I love my Mom and Dad and I’m thankful for every minute I get to spend with them.

Happy New Year, Mom and Dad.

Happy New Year to everyone.

May you all be in touch with your inner grandparent.