Little Bear
February 11, 2014
After yesterday’s post about my Grandpa’s 119 birthday (were he alive), I’ve since learned he was born not on February 10th, but the 11th, and the year was not 1895 as I’d thought, but 1892, which means this is actually the 122nd anniversary of his birth.
I also remembered that one of my sweetest and most favorite possessions is this tiny (2.5″) wooden bear. My grandpa bought it for me at the Wawona Lodge in Yosemite after we’d spent an afternoon together–one of many during the years we spent in the Sierra–walking around looking at trees.
He knew a thing or two about trees:
Life of Wry 