This is me, my sister and my grandpa.
I don’t necessarily remember this vacation other than this moment. I remember painting a “jewelry” box. Discussing with my grandpa where to paint and what colors I liked and how to put shells on the box. This is just one of my many memories with my grandpa. From doing art projects on vacation or going for walks in the woods behind his house to find the perfect rocks and turning those boring rocks into “works of art” to endless games of Chinese checkers, getting to use the “fancy” telescope and the awesome laser pointer that reached the stars. Grandpa taught me to love photography, he and my memom always encouraged my love of art. Endless trips to the Philadelphia art museum, or getting special tickets to places like the Barnwell house. Grandpa was always willing to look at the endless photos I took as a kid and even as I got better and the photos became less numerous he would gladly look at them.
I truly believe my sense of adventure comes from my grandpa from endless kayaking trips to encouraging me to take a leap and go no matter where. The endless vacations as a child where at Disney we got the ride on the back of his motor scooter. Going deep sea fishing. Or just play even more board games.
Forth of July, the time my poor grandparents take on all 9 of us grandkids. Fun fact this photo actually has all 9 of us in it. Erin, Jay, Natalie, and Sarah to the left Me and Peters arm to the right and Nathan, Micah and Andrew in front.
Forth of July is and forever will be my fondest memory, from waking up early to go see the parade, going to the park to listen to speakers, eat hoagies and pretzels, and then the best part going to the fire station and getting birch beer. Which as a child grandpa ran it so I never had to pay for it or wait in line. Just stand to the side and say “Please Grandpa?!?” And my cup would be filled.
I love this photo because you can see his mischievousness. That I 100% know he passed on to all 9 of us. With out a doubt we all get that twinkle in our eye when we come up with “an amazing idea” or do something “sneaky”. Grandpa will forever be the best partner in crime. From “not” seeing the cookies Sarah and I would sneak into the cart. To sneaking off to buy sweets when we were out with the family. Especially at the Amish market.
Life will never be the same. But I am thankful for all the memories and photos. And will always be proud to John Mullens JR’s granddaughter.