Thanks for the question
newbroom. Most of the memories of my grandfather center around Sunday afternoons. "Chief", as most family and friends referred to my grandfather, was a successful farmer in southern Minnesota. I grew up on that farm when my father worked it after Chief semi-retired. At this point 3 of Chief's 5 children and their extended families all lived in the same small town. Every Sunday after church all 3 of those families and typically a few other friends would spend the afternoon at my grandfathers house for a nice Sunday dinner. It wasn't uncommon to have 25 people or more at Chief's house for this weekly event.
Chief wasn't much of a talker in big crowds so he'd typically sit on his chair in the living room, smoking a pipe and watching the Twins or the Vikings games. As a young kid running through the house, I'm sure annoying Chief, I'd always run to his chair and take a big whiff of the pipe smoke hanging in the air before Chief yelled at me for blocking his view of the game.
That smell, close to 40 years later, is still one of my strongest childhood memories.
This weekend my father, brother and one of my nephews sat around a table in my dads garage, enjoyed a nice smoke and told stories about Chief. My favorite story of the night reminded me of something that I had totally forgotten...the reason that Chief had red pockets on most of his work shirts. Whenever he was on the farm it was very uncommon to see him without a pipe in his mouth, but when he stopped to talk to my father or someone else he'd typically drop his pipe in his shirt pocket until the conversation was done. Apparently he burned through a lot of pockets that way and my grandmother would always mend them with the same sturdy, red cloth. Chief wasn't always the most fashionable person but he certainly had the respect of all who knew him.