The 1940 U.S. Census was released, and my cousin forwarded a section with our family information. It arrived yesterday in memory of our granddad's birthday. He was born in 1895, the child of Norwegian immigrants. It was a real surprise to see his name - and those of my father, uncle, grandmother, and a great uncle - in print. I even remember the lady across the street! There they all are.
Granddad had a really cool, old house, complete with a laundry chute. As kids, we would run down to the corner store, buy some cookies, hide them in the rafters of the garage, and then haul them upstairs through the laundry chute with a rope for late night snacks. We were all sure that he never knew, but now I can just imagine him winking to the rest of the adults in the living room. He was such a gentle, wonderful man. =)
Thanks, Katie. This was a real treat!