September, 1961 ~ 54 years ago - Photographs are a miracle that help us remember the magic of days gone by.
This is my Grandpa Kopka ~ Mom's Dad. He came to America from Czechoslovakia, worked hard, raised a family, and was never sick or hospitalized until the day he died in his 80s. I'm glad we lived with him for a number of years ~ it made it easy to spend time with him and really get to know him. And dear Patrick at 19, with golf balls in hand. It appears that he was practicing putting. His life centered around Golf from a young age.
I miss their laughter.