“Next time you’re found with your chin on the ground, there’s a lot to be learned, so look around! Just what makes that little old ant think he’ll move that rubber tree plant? Anyone knows an ant can’t move a rubber tree plant, but he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes; he’s got high apple pie in the sky hopes. So any time you’re gettin’ low, ‘stead of lettin’ go, just remember that ant…. Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant….” -Frank Sinatra, High Hopes
This song, along with the wonderful Frank’s Greatest Hits, immediately brings to mind images of car rides with my grandparents.
When I was very young, my mom and I lived with her parents, and they and I have been unusually close ever since.
Though they’ve both had a tremendous impact on me, this particular post is about my grandfather (Nan’ll get her own soon enough!).
Pop and I have plenty of memories. When I was little, he and I had a tradition of recording tapes (yes, on a little cassette recorder!) together. Even today, “This is Pop-pop signing off! This is Julia, signing off!”
He & I share a love of books.
Possibly the most notable of his inspiration is my love of history; I don’t know if I would have discovered my love of Gettysburg without him.
From music to books to presidents, I owe plenty to Pop.
Thank you, Pop, for everything!