Grandpapa
1940something....
I think the caption on the back of the first photo reads "Frank Grecco. Big hipster".
I love the story my grandmother tells of how she first met my grandfather. Something like she saw him from her dormitory window at university on one of the last days of the semester as everyone was packing up their belongings. He turned out to be the friend of the brother of a female acquaintance, who was in the midst of packing up a car load of a semesters worth of boxes, which subsequently led my grandmother to insist on helping.
Sparks ignited, however, he told her she was too young as he was slightly older than she, and that he'd find her in a few years. A few weeks later, he called.
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