My Father’s Grandson
May 1, 2010He truly is my Father’s Grandson. Looking at the photos are all you need as evidence. The hair, hairlines, noses, chins - all similar and familiar. No words need to be said other than- He is his Grandpa’s Grandson.
As a little boy, he would share in my father’s joy of cooking. He wanted to cook “like Grandpa”. He would call his Grandpa on the phone and ask him for his crepe recipe. His little hands wrote as his Grandpa gave him the steps. I remember many a time helping him make the crepes for us. A special treat that to this day is a special memory for a grown man. Grandpa’s crepes…the effort of creating the batter the night before because that is what “Grandpa says we have to do to make it”. I can see us in our San Diego kitchen making that batter the night before so we could have that special breakfast the next morning.
Last year my mother passed that pan on to her grandson. She wanted him to have that pan knowing full well that it held a lot of heartfelt memories for her grandson. On a warm summer morning as we all sat around the kitchen, the grandson took us all back to that special memory as we watched him make those crepes. He is his Grandfather’s Grandson.
My father passed away almost 5 years ago. I think that he would be thrilled to know that his special crepe pan is in the hands of his grandson who to this day shares his love and the challenge of recreating his grandfather’s crepes. As his grandson gets ready to welcome his own child into this world, I cannot help but wonder if he will pass on this tradition and pan to his own children. Somehow, I think he will.
My Father as a young man

His Grandson

A Grandson and his Grandpa’s Crepe pan















