A few years ago, a while after his passing, a niece for whom he endeavored to build a clock found a letter he had written to her in the process. (I have no idea how many clocks he built in his lifetime, but each and every one of them is a work of art...and even moreso, a legacy.) She forwarded the letter to Grandpop's sister, knowing she would enjoy reading it. Aunt Myrtle then passed it on to my father who scanned and emailed it on to me for the same reason.
All I have to do when I need a smile is open that email and look at his carefully executed draftsman handwriting. I have a chuckle at his cynical humor which is not terribly unlike my own.
I am blessed with the simple pleasure that is and was the privilege of knowing my grandfather.
Here is the letter (I apologize, but you'll have to click to enlarge the text):
Won't you take the time to notice your simple pleasure today?