Letters to our Grandchildren

 Two great writers one great poem.   My sister, Jean Bogdanski Stratton and my son James Bogdanski wrote this beautiful poem for my birthday.  It touched my heart and I wanted to share this masterpiece. 1953 was a very good year. Little Mikey arrived, bringing with him good cheer. One of millions of Baby boomers you’d be But just baby brother between you and me Born a Taurus, the sign of the bull Brave and bold with a heart so full Twas the decade of hotrods, Elvis, and transistor radio The best-selling single on your birthday? "The Doggie in the Window" You say I was your first bully when I was 5 and you 4 You soon would become sore Me pushing the swing into your eye forcing a scar Then closing your hand in the door of the car At 16 a dust up with the neighborhood bully next door,  Little did we know your name would become one of lore Karate gave you a business, a career – a very clear sign That soon you’d leave your competitors flat on their behinds A penchant for ...

  First, I am happy I made it to age 73. Second, someday you will all be 73 one day and have your grandchildren and children over or celebrate. Every day is a gift, don't forget that. Today is Mothers Day - get a card and gift and make it special.Buy some flowers and think of your loving Mimi who spent big bucks at sprucedale nursery every year. While you kids were playing I was sitting at the table alone for a minute taking it all in. Uncle Dangar asked if I was in a pensive mood. Yes,,thinking about so, many things in this special day.  I have outlived my Dad by four years at this point. In the last four years I think of all the great joy in my life and you guys are a huge part of it.  Growing up I hardly thought about being a dad never mind a Grampy. I love when you say to me -come on Grampy lets play, grab my hand and say- Grampy lets go. Or taking our group photo and Spence says - Grampy I want to sit on your head. I am not sure what age you are when you read this bu...