Ninety-three years ago today one of the greatest men I’ve ever known was born. He was the oldest of six children, and instead of going to college, went to work immediately after graduating from high school to help support his family during difficult times. Eventually, he married an unfaithful woman and then got divorced. He then married a war widow and had a son and a daughter with her.
He labored for many years on sewing machines–fixing, inventing, using, and improving them. In fact, he could probably sew better than most women. The relics of old sewing machines in his basement were fascinating to my young eyes. His children grew and married. His daughter had a daughter and his son adopted two children from Korea.
After retirement, he still fixed and mended whatever needed fixing or mending. He’d show up at a family member’s house, toolbox in hand, whenever anything broke. He loved his granddaughter who he called “Lightning”. She never asked why, but she wishes she could. He also loved his daughter to whom he granted power-of-attorney.
But the love of his life was his wife, Dorothy, who died six months before him. He died that day with her, but his body just kept on going a bit longer. If he hadn’t died in 2006, my grandfather Edwin W. Landis, who was born July 9, 1915 would be turning 93 today.
I just wanted his life to be remembered today because I loved him so much. He was called lots of things by lots of people, but I just called him “Poppy”.