My grandfather, William Emerson, went softly into the light last week. He was one of the last true New England gentleman; charming and thoughtful, brilliant and handsome, honest and strong, respected and humble.
With some of the most inspiring and beautiful handwriting I've seen, he wrote hundreds of letters a year to friends and family. It was always such a treat to see a big manila envelope in the mail, which would contain the latest New York Times Style Magazine.
He'd frequently go through and post-it photos he liked with comments like "You'd look pretty in this dress" or "Your grandmother would have liked this" and he'd always sign the attached note the grandfather.
He drove his jaguar e-type complete with driving cap, glasses and gloves until the very end. He was a stylish dresser, too; only classic, well made, quality clothes.
He wore J. Peterman from head to toe and some of my earliest memories of going to visit him are looking through the catalog, wondering why they only had drawings and no pictures. A few years ago I signed up to get it here in Brooklyn, it's like taking a vacation back in time whenever I get me little hands on it.
A few picks for Grandpa, most of which he already had....
(I rarely ever saw him not wearing these pants and as a result, I've been in love with wide wale cord my whole life.)
And because I'm helplessly selfish, some picks for me......
So irreverently cute.
With some of the most inspiring and beautiful handwriting I've seen, he wrote hundreds of letters a year to friends and family. It was always such a treat to see a big manila envelope in the mail, which would contain the latest New York Times Style Magazine.He'd frequently go through and post-it photos he liked with comments like "You'd look pretty in this dress" or "Your grandmother would have liked this" and he'd always sign the attached note the grandfather.
He drove his jaguar e-type complete with driving cap, glasses and gloves until the very end. He was a stylish dresser, too; only classic, well made, quality clothes.
He wore J. Peterman from head to toe and some of my earliest memories of going to visit him are looking through the catalog, wondering why they only had drawings and no pictures. A few years ago I signed up to get it here in Brooklyn, it's like taking a vacation back in time whenever I get me little hands on it.A few picks for Grandpa, most of which he already had....
(I rarely ever saw him not wearing these pants and as a result, I've been in love with wide wale cord my whole life.)
And because I'm helplessly selfish, some picks for me......
So irreverently cute.
So grandpa, you can rest easy knowing that you passed on your love of life, traveling, letters, classic cars, liberal candidates, old homes, New England, great clothes (the list could go on and on) to your loving granddaughter.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for being such a kind and thoughtful soul.
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