Grandpa Robert

Here is another picture of the grandfather that we never met, Grandpa Robert. I really know very little about him and have always wished that I had asked Grandma Truscott about him. I don't remember her talking about him much. Perhaps because I didn't listen much. The little I do know of him, he seemed like a sweet and gentle man. When I look in his face, I see many of our own. What a huge loss for our Dad to have lost him so young. As I sat here yesterday evening talking to my granddaughter, I realized that she is the age Dad was when Grandpa Truscott died. If any of you have any stories that you know about him, I would love to hear them. Does anyone know if he maintained his Australian accent? Perhaps we can get Dad to tell us more of his memories of him. LaDonna