Ma made Pa’s Sunday shirts of calico. He wore a black silk tie, a coat and vest and pants. I can’t describe them. Seems as though all I ever saw of Pa was his face especially his eyes, his whiskers and his hair always standing on end. And too his hands on his violin.
~Laura Ingalls Wilder, 1936
That is the way I remember my grandfather too,especially the part about the hands. My grandfather was always making something I remember exactly what his hands looked like even though he has been gone for almost 35 years.