During most of my growing up years he was always just Grandpa. He was my mother's father, and as a kid I always thought of him as an old man when in fact he was only in his early 50's when I was born. Grandpa had a rather stern demeanor but a heart of gold. Grandpa was a farmer; a dairy farmer to be exact, a man whose life revolved around milking twice each day, putting up hay in the summer and feeding it to the cows in the winter.