I put together this video 18 years ago when my grandfather -- my New England grandfather, as I called him -- passed away.  I've written about him before a few times. He was an Army Air Force pilot in World War II, flying P-40s in the Southwest Pacific in 1942 and P-51s out of England in 1944.

I just stumbled across this video by chance. I'd forgotten all about it, but it had 50,000 views on one of my old blogs, so I guess it's worth reposting.

My New England gramps was my favorite and his passing affected me more that I suppose it should have. Thinking about him now it's hard to realize that he has been gone for so long.  I can still hear his voice, his laugh. 

 Oh, well.

“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.”
― Guy de Maupassant 

 

None of the photos are colorized. I don't think that was possible two decades ago.