And the second gentleman from the left was mine. We called him Crappaw.
Not sure I remember why, but he had a limp. Frasier's dad, Marty Crane reminded me a lot of him.
His name was Emmett Felix, but no one ever referred to him as Emmett. He was Mike. Apparently when he was young he hung around an older gentleman named Mike, and they began to call him Little Mike. The name stuck.
I was 13 when he died. Mostly I remember him in his old recliner watching his beloved Saint Louis Cardinals play ball.
When Grandma would get on his nerves he would retire to the bathroom where he kept a jug of whiskey behind the toilet and an ashtray stand. He would be there for hours. Maybe that's where we came up with the name Crappaw instead of Grandpa.
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Your post reminded me of my Uncle Clarence. He was my grandfather's brother, had opposite political leanings of my grandfather and, basically, terrorized my grandmother when he came to live with them, after developing Alzheimer's.
I don't know how my grandmother abstained from killing him in some devious manner....maybe she did...I don't want to know.
Crappaw was pretty cool. When my mother was young, my grandmother's father came to stay with them and he apparently was suffering from some kind of dementia and was meaner than a snake.
I can still remember my grandparents getting into arguments about who would die first. That was one argument he actually won in the end. Granny lived to be 93.
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