Tonight was trick-or-treat time in our neighborhood and as expected, many little ghouls and goblins scurried down our sidewalk in search of sweets. My 6-year-old decided that he did not want to wear his Anakin Skywalker costume (that I hated buying in the first place)...instead he wanted to throw together a 'grumpy old man' costume so he could holler things like 'back in my day' and 'you whippersnapper'. Sigh. After a week of fighting fevers, coughs and runny noses, this was not a battle I had energy for....so up to the attic we went in search of old man clothes and accessories. Among the many boxes of things left behind by my husband's grandparents, we found a handful of old caps that belonged to Granddad. When Will put one on, I just smiled. He looked like all those old, dusty photographs I've seen of our grandpas and great-grandpas when they were young. I got a few shots of my own and here they are.
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