One hundred years ago today, one of my favourite men was born: Walter William Rasmussen. My grandpa is the namesake of my son, William Walter; the patriarch of all things witty; and my connection to Norwegian heritage and baseball.
At his funeral nearly seven years ago, one of my cousins recalled how Grandpa was the first person in the community in the 1980s to install a satellite dish (about the size of a small house). He did this so that he could watch NASA and follow space exploration. I can’t help but think how big of a fan he would have been of Canadian astronaut Chris Hadfield.
A few months after Grandpa died, I wrote a piece that was published in the Globe and Mail‘s Lives Lived column.
It is my pleasure to share it with you today so that you might know a tiny bit more about the man who taught me to laugh and to love.
Happy 100 years, Grandpa.