Arvid Carl Anderson, a Swede, through and through (actually Swedish and Irish) - from toddler; through the car phase (before he met Barb, and she had other devious plans for him); through children (he actually took the studio quality photo of my brother and me...he truly can do anything); through grandkids (the last two photos are of him and my daughter hamming it up for the camera, in the basement and on the back porch of their home, a few years back). He's been the best dad and grandpa EVER - handsome, too; he loves his wife; loves his Indians; loves his yard and garden, that rivals any park in town; loves to learn; loves to laugh (the wickedest, quickest wit in the west); loves life in general...and we all love him back, probably more than he could ever fathom!
He seems to love animals, too - probably why he kept posing with these bronze ones last year, on vacation...either that or too many margaritas (yeah, he loves those, too)! AND he's incredibly talented (I do credit my folks for my creativity and love of all the arts)...like I said, there isn't anything he can't do, at least in his little girl's eyes. HE CARVED THESE BIRDS! They sit on my mantle, and are SO beautiful - my Red-Tailed hawk, and my Meadow Lark baby. HE CARVED THESE BIRDS - everything on them, including the feet...and the Meadow Lark's tongue!
I love them; I LOVE HIM! I'm kicking myself this morning that this didn't get posted yesterday, but I did call him several times (and then his gift didn't show up in the mail, either). HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD - "I love you more!" Tony