Physically my grandfather was a big man, six-one to six-two and not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. Even though he was big, he never really gave the appearance of being that overpowering. He was by no stretch of the imagination a body builder type. His strength came from years of strenuous backbreaking work. His strong muscular arms were made complete with rough, callused hands the size of country hams. With the exception of Sundays when he wore a drab olive suit with one of those wide flowered small knotted ties, my fondest recollections of my grandfather have him dressed in Osh Kosh...