In Remembrance ~ Nicholas Fischer 1917-2002
I remember how he seemed to glow
Illuminated by sunlight at the kitchen table
The smell of Postum lingered in the air
Our favourite game
a wink with the left a wink with the right
Always ended in laughter and smiles.
He had the most quiet grand presence.
He never asked for much
not more than a little quiet for the CBC news
at meal times.
He loved to serve people
An extra piece of bread
His share of spuds
An extra shot of Bacardi
Though he clearly heard how much you wanted
What was an extra splash? (It was the ice)
He was the epitome of the ‘perfect Grandpa’
He built a swing for us in the garage
Pinstriped coveralls and matching hat
Candies always in his pockets
Content with any task at hand
Gardening, working in the garage, helping Grandma with dishes
Or laundry on Mondays
If ever asked, ‘Grandpa, what are you humming’?
He’d respond with,’Never mind’.
Everyday was fun with him
Shelling peas, watering the flowers
A walk to Uncle Garret’s house.
A trip to the nuisance ground
Became an adventure.
It goes without saying how good he was
He had a way his way with everything
(People animals’ plants)
A perfect gentleman
Always pulling up the car to the steps
Holding the door open to church
He was never out of hugs or kisses.
Robert and I were always raised to know
How lucky we were to have grandparents
To have them close grow with them learn from them.
We never had a lot But we always had love.
I will miss him dearly His ‘Hi’
His “Good morning Sleeps” (bending his knees and squinting when he said it)
I’ll miss getting him for dinner from the garage and holding his gentle calloused hand back to the house.
He had several names
Dad, Nick, Husband, My Darling, Sweets
To me He was the best of everything
He was My Grandpa.