My Mother’s Father was a Man Of Mystery.
There are some things I guess we’ll just never know.
Like, why does the monogram on his towel (that I still have) read “G. T. F.” – when “T.” was never his middle initial?
And, why did my Grandmother sometimes call him “Bill” when that was never his name?
Well, regardless of all of the mystery, he was a GREAT Grandfather.
Here is my mom with her folks:
And, here are Sister and me with our Grandparents:
Remember when I blogged about my love for Pete Maravich, and how he inspired me to play basketball?
Well, my Grandfather was a basketball star, as well!
Here he is in collage, on the team (middle row, far left):
And, here is his high school basketball team:
Trouble is, I can’t tell which young man is my Grandfather. Does anyone know?
Here is a portrait of him from about the same time period:
If you have a best guess, please let me know in the comments section which player you think is my Grandfather.
I even contacted his high school, with the hopes that they would have a yearbook from that year. But, no luck. 😦
Oh well. I guess that’s the way this mysterious cookie crumbles.
P.S. Did I mention that he was also a wonderful horseman?