So, that is how it is. This is how my Grandparents remember. It seems to me that theirs is a great love story, though it does not seem so romantic. I suppose to them it is a great romance.

You would want to know that my Grandfather became a sweet old man, but you know that this is not true. Of course to his Granddaughter he is a gentle bear (but that is our secret). Now, to anyone but him a bear is not gentle, except possibly myself.

I write this not to explain what you have just read but to give a short pause to what comes next. Although my Grandfather did not write down his poems, my Grandmother memorized them and put many of them to paper. Here are some poems.