I first met Jerry Johnson, my wife’s grandfather, back in the summer of 2002 and I can truly say that I’ve enjoyed every minute of his company over the past ten years. I can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon than over a piece of homemade pie at Casey’s, his favorite stop for lunch in Klamath Falls, Oregon where Grandpa Jerry spent his entire life.
I’ve fished with him and Grandma Lois off of the Brookings, Oregon coast, hiked with him in the Redwoods to see one of the largest trees on earth, and fired his vintage arms at the shooting range. I’ve enjoyed countless stories of his adventures…from hunting big game to snowmobile racing to a career spent on the Burlington Northern Railroad.
What is most memorable about Grandpa Jerry is the way he was always so well put together, a hair never out of place, shirt and pants without wrinkle. Exactly 2 years ago in October of 2010 I had the pleasure of photographing Grandpa Jerry and his prized 65 GTO. He had the car custom built to his specs back in 1965 and to this day the car is as well put together as he always was.
Last night all of my time spent with Jerry turned into cherished memories…he is no longer with us. He has definitely left a lasting impression on me and will be truly missed. This weekend as we make our way up to K-Falls to celebrate Grandpa Jerry’s life, you’ll find me at Casey’s having lunch and a piece of pie in his honor.