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Thanks, Tamara! My grand dad passed away when my father was just three years old (in 1942) but from the stories I've heard about him he was one tough guy. His younger brother, my great uncle, ended up being a father figure to my dad, he was equally tough and resourceful. I came into the picture later in his life but he was perfectly content listening to a baseball game on the radio with a beer and his chewing tobacco.