One of the burdens and joys of being a grandpa is you become , with grandma, the oracle of family history. Grandma will remember all the names and relationships, but it can be grandpa’s duty to put the world in context to the family.
We were at the excellent Museum of Flight in Seattle with my daughter and family. The two oldest girls loved the interactive parts, where you could launch a rocket or crash the lunar lander. When it came to just looking at history it was harder for them to get excited.
I did the best I could and found a link. The Redheaded Irish Wisecracker’s dad worked for Republic Aviation during WW2, and was refused military service because of his skills in supervising the production lines for fighter aircraft. He took his forced deferment as it was and threw himself into getting the planes out fast and right. He probably touched every aircraft produced at the Long Island plant.
As we passed the P-47, I told the girls that their great grandfather made these along with other folks during the war. Suddenly, they looked on with interest, a million questions came out and they had to see every rivet and plate.
My eldest granddaughter, a newly graduated first grader, went up to several people standing there and said “My family made that plane. We did that.”