My grandma mentioned that it will be 20 years ago this weekend that my grandpa passed away. He was a super fun grandpa and I'm lucky that my memory of a lot of great times with him is still relatively clear.
I was the first grandchild and he definitely spoiled me rotten, but more than that we did the coolest stuff together. We'd go out on the river in a dinghy and catch crayfish, which I would take home as pets until seagulls came and ate them out of my paddling pool. We'd build giant snowpeople and dress them in old clothes. One time we went fishing at Waskesiu and he dropped his favourite fishing rod in the lake, and then about an hour later he caught the rod back. He'd rake up all the leaves in his yard for me to jump in and mess up. We'd go to the Forestry Farm and he'd always lift me over the fence into the pen with all the bunnies and chickens, even though people weren't actually allowed to go in there. Even though I was very little, he'd always lift me up into trees and set me down on a branch so I could feel like I'd climbed a tree.
I've got pictures of all of these memories and then some, including this set I stumbled upon again today. I have no idea how this came to be, but for whatever reason one day my grandpa and I decided to hang all of my pails and shovels out on the clothesline.
I don't know why we did it, but it looks fun.