Happy New Year! And Happy 90th Birthday Grandpa!
Cindy and I spent New Years Eve this year with Mom, Dad, Marty, Lindsay, and Grandpa Joe. It’s Grandpa’s 90th birthday this year, which is something we can all be proud of. It was fun shooting the breeze with him, and getting to catch up with everyone else as well. We were even able to patch in Elisabeth all the way from Florence, thanks to Skype.
During the day, we walked by the barbershop where Dad had his first haircut. There were some new barbers, but otherwise the place had stood the test of time. We also swung by the Fabulous 40’s, a section of well kept, WW II/ Pre WW II homes. The area went all out for the Holidays; one block strung lights from tree to tree down the entire block, draping arcs of light across the street.
Grandpa was also kind enough to share some of Grandma Pulido’s paintings with us. Grandma got a degree in art, and liked to paint landscapes, nature, and occasionally cityscapes as well. She would travel with a group of artists throughout the greater Sacramento area, selecting a particular scene for inspiration. We’re glad to have that memory of her.
As Grandpa put it to us: “Do you know if you’ll be here tomorrow? Do you? You? No one does, so we got to make the most of every moment.” And for one weekend, we did.
During the day, we walked by the barbershop where Dad had his first haircut. There were some new barbers, but otherwise the place had stood the test of time. We also swung by the Fabulous 40’s, a section of well kept, WW II/ Pre WW II homes. The area went all out for the Holidays; one block strung lights from tree to tree down the entire block, draping arcs of light across the street.
Grandpa was also kind enough to share some of Grandma Pulido’s paintings with us. Grandma got a degree in art, and liked to paint landscapes, nature, and occasionally cityscapes as well. She would travel with a group of artists throughout the greater Sacramento area, selecting a particular scene for inspiration. We’re glad to have that memory of her.
As Grandpa put it to us: “Do you know if you’ll be here tomorrow? Do you? You? No one does, so we got to make the most of every moment.” And for one weekend, we did.
