Grandpa Dunn

This week marks the second year since my Moms Dad's passing. I have a lot of great memories of the guy, but the one that always seems to stick out in my mind is his old fashioned pair of big black boots that always sat at the top of the stairs to the cellar. Seemed like they were always there, except, of course, when he was wearing them to work in the yard; chopping wood for the old wood stove in the living room, shoveling endless amounts of snow throughout the cold winter, or maybe just cruising around the yard. He was a man that took really good care of his house because it took care of his most prized possession... his family.

From right to left, Uncle Bob, Aunt Diane, Aunt Doris, Mom, and Grandpop--he was a real man's man, and he loved his huge family like any good man does.