While I was up at my grandfather’s last weekend, I took a look through some old photo albums that he has in his living room. Every time I go there, I gravitate towards these books of my family’s past. I love looking at the times I remember and even the times from long before I was ever born.
I cracked up the second that I saw this picture of my parents from back when they were dating. Between my dad’s suede suit (bought in Vegas, no less!) and my mom’s plaid skirt, this photo just screams “Late 70s”. The car was my dad’s 1934 Ford Coupe that he still had when I was little. I loved going for rides in the car!
Another series of pictures that caught my eye were of my grandparents’ little Chihuahua mixes, Cocoa and Goldie. They were grumpy old dogs by the time I was around, but I still have fond memories of taking them for walks with my grandfather and always splitting a milkbone between the two of them when we’d get home.
When I look back at these photos of the dogs, it makes me realize why my grandfather took such a shining to Whiskey right away. My beloved little pooch seems to remind him of his own little guys.
Flash forward and here is his son playing with Whiskey in the same house, less than 30 years later. Its amazing how no matter how much the world changes, some things (like a little boy playing with a friendly dog) never change.
