JULIE ANN STEVENS

writing from 7/22/2012

During a break from painting in the scorching sun, I think of my grandpa who was called —

Happy.

Theodore Ludwig “Happy” Kranz.

How I loved the sense of this man.

Thoughts are of the farm, a dog, a cold Grain Belt, love of afternoon naps outdoors, a transistor radio with the voice of Halsey Hall, a sturdy picnic table strewn with freshly-picked root vegetables, garden hose curled at his working man’s feet.

Life.

To life!