When I was a little girl, Grampy lived with us and had a job at the Bradley Fertilizer Plant.
When he came home from work, he'd shake the powdery dust from his shirt over our vegetable garden. Our tomatos were the size of grapefruit. 
I love this picture of Grampy and me. He always had his pipe with him (you can see it in his left hand) and I loved our morning walks. My mother always slept late, so Grampy gave me whatever I wanted for breakfast. it was always the same -- sugar water and a candy bar. (My first tooth was pulled by the dentist at age 2.)
This picture was taken in North Weymouth, Massachusetts, the year before Grampy died. Every morning Grampy and I would take a walk up the street to Boyle's store for milk, bread, and anything else we needed. Mr. & Mrs. Boyle and their mentally handicapped son, Ambie, ran the place. Then we went across the street to visit Grampy's friend at Chick's Bar. I'd sit on the bar eating my Walleco bar (it was something like a Peter Paul Mounds bar) and Grampy and Chick would have coffee and chat. After Grampy's death, Chick sent ice cream to our house every October 14 (my birthday until we moved away to Florida).
Grampy married my grandmother, Mabel Woodman, on 16 June 1916 in Portland, Maine. Hard times during The Great Depression caused the marriage to fail. He never remarried, but my grandmother did. Grampy and his brother, George Irwin, had the same father, but their mothers were sisters.