What else would I tell my grandparents if I could? I'd definitely introduce them to my wife and kids and give them a quick overview of the Internet and Facebook. They'd probably be a little stunned by the frazzled, hyper-connected lives we lead. But maybe their lives were frazzled, too.
I recently came into possession of this photograph from the mid-1920s showing my paternal grandparents, Margaret Smith and Lloyd Dillon, early in their courtship. They look youthful and happy and upstanding.
A lot has happened since then. My grandmother hasn't been with us since 1985, and my grandfather died 23 years before that (I never met him). I often wonder what he was like, how he talked and acted. I can see he was tall and dignified, and I'm told he was quiet and kind. Of course I know she was special. Very loving and generous. A wonderful cook. Sweetest grandma ever.
Mostly, I wonder what kind of people they were back then, in that black-and-white moment, with all the world in front of them. I imagine it was an exciting time, a turning point maybe, the beginning of so, so much to come.