(aka grandpa ryan and/or silver fox)
played the drums.
he grew up in iowa.
i'm not sure how old he was when he started playing, but we've all heard the stories growing up.
the band, the gigs, the rock and roll.
i remember finding letters in my grandparent's house that dad had written home during college about how he knew the "C" in this class or that could be better, but that
"the band had just scored this really great gig that paid money and everything."
it made me feel pretty good about my A's and B's.
and it gave me bait to remind dad about how great of a student i really was, compared to his "C's" in college.
b/c to "the parents" as my step brother, step sister, and i called them (dad and sandie) "C's" were just not acceptable.
and thank goodness for that.
i'm still grateful for the work ethics they taught us about applying ourselves in school.
so the band.
this one below was called a name that would definitely not be deemed "PC" these days.
dad was the drummer.
following in his grandfather's footsteps,
thanks to auntie natalie, uncle shawn, & cousins emily, addie, & sophie...
i give you,
a rockstar in the making.
grandpa is so proud.