My Grandpa Dersch would have been 101 yesterday. He died in 2005, just shy of his 95th birthday.
Here he is with his first pickup truck.
It is a 1937 GMC 1/2 ton, with 6 cylinders under the hood. If this was taken around the time he bought it new, that would make him 27 or 28 in this picture.
He was a farmer in Southern Indiana. The house behind him was their farmhouse where he and Grandma lived, and where Mom and her brother were born and raised. He was very innovative in the way chickens were raised for market, and along with his brothers, developed a very good chicken business. Later, he and Grandma built a big chicken house and went into the egg business. They also had cattle, pigs, and grew corn on their farm. He and his brothers were well known and highly regarded in that part of Southern Indiana for their innovations.
He could fix anything that broke and do anything that needed to be done on their farm; that had a big influence on me as a kid growing up. I think of him often. He was an amazing man.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa Dersch! I miss you, but I know you would be proud of me today if you were here.