One of my favorite photos of all time. My grandfather Riehle thought he could take me. Little did he know, I was trained in Shorinji Kempo. He didn't have a chance.
Probably 1952.
Probably 1952.
First cousin Larry Riehle, Grandma Riehle, and Aunt Audrey in the background.
Grandpa Riehle died when I was 15 so many of my memories are buried in photos like this one. He was a bit of a cut-up - like me - and was the life of the party when we all got together.
I remember the night he died. The wailing and tears were profound and - for a teenager - shocking.
A good man who died too soon.
