This is my Grandpa Childs, my dad's dad. Henry Childs was very handy with his hands and with tools; when he came to visit, my mom had things that he would fix in the house for her. At one time, when I was in first grade, he and I made a bird house together and painted it green (guess I loved green even back then).
He lived in Anacortes, Washington during the latter part of his life. We would go out to visit relatives, especially my Grandpa. He lived in a small house surrounded by berry plots. We would pick blackberries, take them in the house and have cream and sugar (well, I had milk and sugar) on them. They were still warm from the sun!
Grandpa died when I was in the eighth grade - we lived in Oklahoma, so Dad flew out for the funeral and we didn't go. I didn't see his grave until I was several years older.
He was my favorite Grandpa because he was my only one. My mother's father died when she was a teen, so I never met him. When I was younger, I wished that Nana would marry Grandpa so they would come to visit us at the same time and we'd have double the visits. It wasn't until I was older that I realized people did not marry for the convenience of children (or grandchildren). I still miss Grandpa!