Bob Schwartz

I was very close to my grandparents. Literally, since we lived all together until I was eight. The three-generation living situation is still common in lots of places and circumstances, though not for many the ideal. For me it was so positively formative that I can’t imagine missing it. But that’s just me.

When I knew my Grandpa Harry, it was decades later than this photo, which I guess was taken in the 1930s when he was in his thirties. By that time he was older and a little grizzled, though as loving and lovable as a bear. But this Harry was someone else. Sharp dressed man doesn’t begin to cover it.

Love you grandpa.