In honor of Grandparents Day today, I pulled out this old photo of two Grandpa Falconers sitting on a porch in Scottville, Michigan in the 1940s. The men are my father and grandfather. The little guy is my big brother, now a Grandpa Falconer in his own right. Photo by Tinka Falconer
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
It’s Grandparents Day today, and I’m wondering — grandparenting, how do you do it? I’ve been mulling that question since 2016, when Grandchild No. 1 arrived on the scene, and I still haven’t a clue.
Why do it? Because we can’t help ourselves.
Here are some stories that take on those questions.
My son Peter berry picking with his Grandpa. My father had no problem with being called Grandpa. But at least one guy I know couldn’t go there — at first. Read more.
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