This is a picture of my handsome and very dapper, Grandfather Ise when he was just 24 years old. It was taken when he was in the Air Force during World War II. In a few posts ago, I showed you the picture of him and his brother in the 1920s and if you ask me, he looks exactly the same in this picture! He is now 91 years old but sometimes (like when he's giving me dancing lessons in the living room) you can still see the little boy showing through. He is a perfect example of how you're never too old to be young!
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.
And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
And ferns that never fade.
