March 20th, 2012
This week my family lost its patriarch, my Grandpa Boone. He loved to teach but listened with equal attention, taught me to ride a bike, use a blowtorch, love Johnny Cash and generally raised me like his fifth daughter. He was a musician, painter, plumber, avid reader, gardener, and created a strain of pigeon, the “red” Mookie. He was a bit of a rogue turned old-school gentleman, by time and by my venerable Grandma Edith, married for 65 years. He had a natural curiosity, a pocketful of jokes and his eye on the bigger picture. I am grateful to have shared so much life with him, especially those late, late, late-night talks. Here are few photos of our time together, his life, and a song he sang I especially like.