Thursday, August 28, 2014

Marvin Alvin Petsch

Obligatory bluebonnet patch photo, 1927
My (maternal)Grandpa was born in the storied tiny Texas town of Luckenbach on July 14, 1923. One of 12 children, he grew up on the family farm during the depression with German as his first language. He told me he and his siblings could pick 17 bales of cotton in a week; it was a different world.

l to r Pre ship off photo of Grandpa, Great-Grandmother Bertha Kuntz-Petsch, Great Aunt (Sister) Alice

He lead a long, happy life filled with friends, family, world travel and adventure the likes of which are not usually associated with accountants.
The Canon AE-1 grandpa is holding? I shoot with it still :)

 He was still working up until entering hospice care about a month ago. He passed away yesterday, on August 27, 2014, and my mother was with him. I had seen him the day before. He looked peaceful-a good death for a good man.
Grandpa was 22 when he married my grandmother. Doh.
Being a fluent German speaker, my grandfather was head of a POW camp for German soldiers near the end of WWII.
  He met my Nonna Morena in Naples, 1945. He loved her very much, carrying a picture in his wallet of her he took the day they met. It has always been hard to think of one without the other...she died about 4 years ago, with my grandpa at her side.
Nonna and Grandpa at the beach in Corpus Christi, 1957

Grief in my heart under the best possible circumstances-that someone very old and very well loved and loving is at rest.
Nonna and Grandpa sometime in the 80s?
Me n My Grandpa, Christmas 1989 :)

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