I don’t talk a great deal about my grandparents. I never knew my paternal grandfather—he was estranged from the grandmother before my dad even met my mother—but the rest I knew. Grandma Tiedemann was a tiny woman who was a dynamo, very proper and yet indulgent of her descendants.
My maternal grandparents I knew very well—we lived downstairs from them for many years. Here’s a photograph I made of Grandpa, some time in the mid Seventies.
He was A Character. Folks knew him as The Colonel. He gardened. He was shamelessly curious. Often he would say exactly what was on his mind, regardless of the situation or the company. …