A picture that my cousin Patrick posted on Facebook, that I then swiped. This is my grandfather Herbert Scudder, better known to his grandkids as Papaw or Jum (although there are disagreements in regards to the spellings of both options). As I've often said, he's the last Scudder who was worth a damn. A very gentle soul who I miss a lot. This is a picture of him from his time in the Pacific during World War II. After the war he, for some reason, brought back a set of nut crackers that looked like a woman's legs, which had to be squeezed together to crack the nut. It led to a decades long battle with my grandmother Maude that mirrored the mirrored the major prize leg lamp argument from A Christmas Story.
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