Here is Sara's Story about her grandfather,
Going to Grandma and Grandpa's house was always fun.
There was a pond, practically in the backyard
where we skated in the winter
and fed ducks in the summer.
Grandma would always have some great cookies
baked up for my little sister and I.
One of the biggest treats, however,
was seeing whatever new project Grandpa Axel was working on.
His studio was his garage.
In his "studio" hung the portrait bust's of family members.
It was like Thanksgiving everytime I walked in;
family and friends from near and far were staring at me,
but in stone, clay, plaster, and wax.
In addition to the busts,
there were caste hands hanging all over the walls.
Then there were the abstract and original sculptures he did.
When asked what they were,
Grandpa would always come back with
a detailed explanation of what it was.
Sometimes we understood,
other times we just nodded and smiled.
As long as I can remember,
"the eye" always fascinated me.