That Man in Me

A Story, country life, Farm Life, living, Love People, Photo Story



I love this image. And not just because it is a look at my grandpa, but because it is a glimpse of the sort of man that was my grandpa.

Back then professional photographers were a rarity and there was none of our modern-day pose, re-pose, position just so, multiple shots, and digital editing. Nope. Apron-clad women simply paused with babies on hips and dishcloths tucked under arms or slung over shoulders. And their men stood stoic in sweaty t-shirts with dirty faces that wore grimaces for work time lost. But hey, aunt Betty Sue might not pass this way for another fifteen years and folks back home want to see the family too. So, they paused for a photograph.


One moment.

One click.

That was it.

Black and white.

A raw flash of someone’s life.



Take a look back at that image of my kin. What do you see?


A cigarette between gloved fingers.

One leather pistol holster strapped to his hip.

Hoof-nippers in his hand.

A cowboy hat, sweat-ringed and worn at an angle of attitude.

Upturned jean cuffs.

Snow beneath man and horse’s feet.

An absolute, no nonsense stance a man.


Now, imagine

that it’s what you don’t see

that really matters. 


A swagger in his walk. The kind, big heart of the farmer man. The lips that smacked sweet lemonade (sold to him by his entrepreneurial granddaughters) next to the barn during hay season. The man who stuffed bread into a glass of milk, ate it with a spoon, and called it dessert. The World War II radio operator who dodged bullets, ran fast, and fought fierce. The grit of a man, with barely any schoolroom education, who tilled dirt and punched cattle for a living. The simple love of a simple man.


Indeed it is true that God holds the watering can of our lives, but first He planted our roots somewhere.

Then I will give them a heart to know Me, that I am the LORD;

and they shall be My people, and I will be their God,

for they shall return to Me with their whole heart.

~ Jeremiah 24:7 (NKJV)


Now, close your eyes. Who do you see? My grandpa? I hope not. I hope you actually see someone else, perhaps your own family, caught in a black and white flash of time.





What parts of you,

were first

of them?





(This post was adapted from a previous post entitled Some of That Man in Me)


I appreciate your taking the time to stop by, read, and comment.

I’m working on a couple of projects right now, hence the revamped re-post and no back & forth comment box interaction. I miss that. And you. Have a most blessed day in the Lord!


* Please read this post about one of Aurora’s shooting victims. It’s an amazing look at God’s sovereign grace and mercy.

Let’s keep victims, families, and friends tight in our prayers.



6 thoughts on “That Man in Me”

  1. He looks like a truly great man Darlene. It isn’t just our story the Father writes – He incorporates the stories of those He knew would be a part of us. It is wonderful.

  2. lschontos says:

    I think he was an amazing man Darlene. I love the thought that the Lord didn’t just write our stories, He incorporated the stories of those who were before us to make us who we are.

  3. I have an old photo taken when I was an infant in our home in the Philippines. This makes me want to go take a more careful look at that.
    Love this. 🙂

  4. thelifeofachristianlady says:

    thanks for sharing this…i found your blog thrue other followers..looking for to visit more…blessings from holland

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