Some Pictures of Opa
We call my dad's dad Opa because when my parents lived in Germany and my oldest brother, Karsten, was learning to talk, he called him by a German word for grandpa, Opa. That's been his name in our household ever since.
We've been collecting pictures of him over the last couple days to reminisce. Here are a few of these that I have on my computer.
My dad's sister, Beverly, and her husband, Bob, Opa, and my dad.
Opa and my dad at the gravesite of Oma--my dad's mom.
Four generations: Opa, Daddy, Karsten, Abel
Four generations: Opa, Daddy, Me, Orison
Opa and Talitha.
A couple of Opa's loves: books and ice cream--peanut butter, no doubt.
Opa with the Vanden Akkers and the Roberts, leaders of ROGMA.
And this is pretty much how I remember him being all the time.
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