52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Week 52

Week 52:

The theme for Week 52 is “Memorable.” Who is memorable in your family? Who do you want to make sure isn’t forgotten? 

The end... I don't like endings. I can hardly believe this is my last blog post in this series. It's been a long and interesting 52 weeks. Special thanks to Samantha Dorm for inspiring me to embark on the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks journey.

Who do you want to make sure isn’t forgotten? My grandfather, Clair Edwin Gross. He was my best friend in the entire world. I only had him for 14 years, but he made the biggest impact of anyone I've ever known. I truly believe he was my person.

Clair Edwin Gross 

Born: 17 July 1929 Newberry, York, Pennsylvania

Died: 21 March 2009 The Carolyn Croxton Slane Residence, Harrisburg, Dauphin, Pennsylvania

Maternal grandfather 

Pap was kind and honest. He was probably the nicest person I've ever met, and everyone who knew him loved him. 

He was an accomplished baseball player, bowler, skater (ice skater and roller skater), could play cards with the best of them, and was an amazing golfer. 

Pap was a Korean War veteran. He was deployed to Germany to train the infantry and thankfully was never sent to Korea or saw action. After this career in the military, he worked at the Army Depot in New Cumberland, from which he retired. 

He was an amazing grandfather. He spent every evening at our house, eating dinner with us, helping us with homework, and teaching us to play pinochle. He took me to the Red Land Community Library to get my first library card and check out Kazan and Baree: Son of Kazan by James Oliver Curwood (his favorite books from grade school. He took us to play miniature golf at The Frosty Putter and took me to play the back 9 at Valley Green Golf Course for my ninth birthday. 

He came to every one of my softball and volleyball games, coaching from the sidelines. He came to every violin recital. 

We spent countless hours on his front porch swing, laughing and watching the world go by. He had thousands of jokes memorized and could tell the best stories. 

He would take me with him to Hollerbush's Garage and buy me hard pretzels and Coke from glass bottles while he and his friends would shoot the shit. 

One of my favorite memories is the fact that he would call our house every single night at 9 PM to say good night and that he loved me. 

Basically, every good childhood memory that I have is connected to my pap. The day I came home from school and was told that he had cancer turned my entire life upside down. He had pancreatic cancer and died a few short months after being diagnosed. 

Pap was one of a kind and I'll never meet another man like him. I'm incredibly blessed to have known him and to have been loved by him. I now have a tattoo with his signature on my bicep. I sleep on my side and usually lie my head on my arm. My head lies right over his signature. 

Who do you want to make sure isn’t forgotten? That was the easiest question I've answered in the entire 52 weeks. A perfect way to finish this journey. 


My pap is the little boy front and center 


Pap as a little boy, approx 3 years old 





Throwing snowballs in Germany 

At home with his nephew 









First day of kindergarten

Posing with his parents and sisters. His parents bought that swing on the day he was born. I know have it on my porch. 

If you look closely, he's waving from the swing






His signature and "love pappy" in his handwriting 

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