Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Bareback Rider

The longer I live with Mike, the more clues I find that my adoptive ancestors were overly adventurous and perhaps a bit crazy. Take this picture of my Grandpa George riding his pet crocodile in 1925, when he was three years old:


M says that back then, Grandpa lived in a jungle-y place called Honduras, where his dad worked on a banana plantation and his grandparents had a gold mine. And wouldn't you know, the plantation was a lot more productive than the mine. But the point is that if this photo of Grandpa is typical of a day in his young life, I'm amazed he lived to be almost 90.

Which leads me to the main reason for this post: today is his 92nd birthday. Happy birthday, Grandpa!

While I'm at it I'll show you another picture from 1925. It's Grandpa's grandpa, who was also named George:


I think I'd better start keeping a closer eye on Mike, in case this penchant for going off the deep end turns out to be inherited.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Great pictures, Buddy! I’m amazed Grandpa George lived to be nine, much less almost ninety with such toothy playmates! You’re right – “M” needs supervision. After all, his name is George too.

Jenny said...

Happy Birthday to Grandpa! (I guess he never heard the jingle, "Never smile at a crocodile.")

sherrijj said...

Very cool Buddy! Thanks for sharing these "new" old photos! I guess I didn't realize any of these things about my Grandpa George either...
Love,
Cousin Sherri