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The Power of Moral Imperatives

In the course of writing the Good Grandpa book I had wonderful conversations with many grandpas, including Reggie Williams, a retired NFL pro who’d played with the Cincinnati Bengals in…

In the course of writing the Good Grandpa book I had wonderful conversations with many grandpas, including Reggie Williams, a retired NFL pro who’d played with the Cincinnati Bengals in two superbowls.

I learned that early in his life, when he was starting out on the football team at Dartmouth college, several of his teammates walked out of the locker room because he was Black. But Reggie had been taught by his father to use that adversity as his fuel to outperform others on the playing field. And that’s exactly what he did. But Reggie didn’t stop there. When I asked him for an example of a time he burned that fuel to win, he told me something remarkable (I won’t tell you the whole story now because I don’t want to ruin the book for you, but here it is in brief — with a new twist that happened just this week).

The instance he cited did not involve football at all.

Towards the end of his playing career, Reggie served as a councilman with the city of Cincinnati, where he led an initiative to divest the city’s pension from South Africa’s Apartheid regime. Reggie didn’t fully understand the impact of this action until later. After the Apartheid regime had crumbled, Reggie got a call from Bishop Desmond Tutu — a call to thank him personally — because Cincinnati’s divestiture had a snowball effect globally. It was, according to Tutu, the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Bishop Desmond Tutu, left, with Reggie Williams.

Given what’s going on in our world today (political turmoil as just one example) Reggie urged me to write about the need for grandparents to promote moral imperatives in society. I took that advice to heart.

Just this week, I heard news that illustrated the enduring power of moral imperatives.

Someone at South Africa History Online, an organization that archives and shares the official history of the country, had heard about Reggie’s work to end Apartheid, but not the full story. Nor was the story included in the country’s history books. That is about to change. A chapter excerpt from Good Grandpa that features Reggie’s role in ending Apartheid will soon be archived and shared widely on the South Africa History Online site, reaching about 6 million readers each year.

South Africa History Online is the most comprehensive resource on South African history and culture.

 

Future generations of South Africans will know the full story of an American football player who helped liberate them from oppression.

I am of course honored to help tell Reggie’s story, but beyond that I’m floored to see just how powerful and enduring the idea of moral imperatives is. Being kind and compassionate and fearless—all grounded with a moral compass—provides us with a map for taking action in a troubled world. As grandparents, we have an opportunity to share this kind of wisdom with our families and communities. This is how we can make a lasting difference.

Author’s note: If you’d like to share your story about moral imperatives, feel more than free to reach out to me at this email: ted (@ symbol here) goodgrandpa.com. 

 

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Open the curtain. The Good Grandpa book cover design is here!

I’m thrilled to announce that the cover my new book—Good Grandpa: Stories from the heart of grandfatherhood—has been finalized. The design is in the form of a photo mosaic, like…

I’m thrilled to announce that the cover my new book—Good Grandpa: Stories from the heart of grandfatherhood—has been finalized.

The cover for Good Grandpa, designed by Kris Collins.

The design is in the form of a photo mosaic, like a family album, showing some of the wide range of grandfathers I interviewed in the course of writing the book, including famed newsman Tom Brokaw. The book will be published in September 2025, timed for Grandparents Day, by Regalo Press and distributed by Simon & Schuster.

Here’s a video that tells the story of the book (produced by the great Doug Feinburg).

I am deeply grateful to all the grandfathers who took the time to talk with me. This included grandfather leaders of the world’s major religions, military veterans, pro athletes and many more. Their wonderful stories and wisdom formed an unforgettable tapestry that I hope will be seen by many grandparents in the US and around the world.

I also believe the book will be of value to young people, especially young parents.

Time and again the grandfathers I spoke with said, “I’m going to tell you something I wish I’d known 40 years ago.” I think it’s really important for people in their 20s and 30s to learn these things NOW so they can live a better life and help us create a better world. In a time when there is a lot of darkness and hate, the book will provide some welcome rays of hope.

Be sure to sign up for the Good Grandpa newsletter so you can find out when the book is available for pre-order this spring. This is fun!

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The I.O.U. Christmas

This holiday season as the pile of presents grows under our tree, I’m thinking of a very different Christmas long ago. I was 11 years old then, in 1970, a…

This holiday season as the pile of presents grows under our tree, I’m thinking of a very different Christmas long ago.

I was 11 years old then, in 1970, a time when three of my older brothers had left for college, leaving our big old brown-shingled house outside Boston feeling uncharacteristically quiet and empty. Living with four older brothers was like having a front row seat to the best circus in town, every day of the year. Dinners were raucous feasts. Stupid jokes and insults flew like hurled objects in a food fight. The sole record player in the house was claimed by different brothers day and night, filling the house with songs by Bob Dylan, the Beatles, the Stones, Ian & Sylvia, Pete Seeger or The Byrds : “to everything, turn, turn, turn…”

But as my brothers grew up and went off to college one by one, it was as if the knob on the amplifier was being turned down year by year, and the house grew quieter and quieter and quieter.

“There is a season, turn, turn, turn…”

Calvin left for college first, then Charlie, then Nick. By 1970, most of the time it was just my brother John and me, roaming through the empty house like two feral cats left in a shelter. For the first time in my life, I often felt something entirely new and unpleasant: Loneliness. I really, really missed the circus.

For my parents, having three sons away at college brought its own challenge. The simultaneous tuition payments were crushing, driving my parents to extremes in a desperate scramble to save money.

It was like they were right back in the Great Depression, and they brought John and me back with them. Our regular gallons of rich whole milk were replaced by jugs of Carnation instant milk, a vile watery mix that even our cats wouldn’t lick. The practice of giving me hand-me-down shoes became even more entrenched, to the point where I was instructed to wear my older brothers’ leftovers even if they didn’t fit very well. To this day I have hammer toes to remind me of my personal 1970s Great Depression. These days parents would just get college loans and rack up debt (I did). But if such loans existed in 1970 my parents would have scoffed at the idea. When there was no money to spend, they simply didn’t spend it.

This is how I found myself experiencing a Christmas like no other before or since.

A few days before the holiday, Calvin, Charlie and Nick had returned from college. The circus was in town once again, a welcome burst of brotherly mayhem. All the rooms were full as if they’d never left. Our Christmas Eve dinner was a jostling mass of elbows and jokes and ravenous feasting and laughing and teasing. I absolutely loved it. The next morning, very early, my brothers and I gathered at the top of the stairs. The tradition was that we’d wait for everyone to go down together at the same time. When our parents finally joined us, we jumped out of the gate and ran down to the living room.

My first thought upon seeing the presents around the bottom of the Christmas tree was “Wow.” All the boxes were big. What had our parents bought us that required such enormous packages?

I ran to my box and began excitedly peeling back the wrapping paper, pulling open the final flap of cardboard to reveal…an empty box. No present whatsoever. There was only a small notecard with my dad’s neat all-capital handwriting. It read. “I.O.U. ONE MONOPOLY GAME. LOVE, MOM AND DAD”

Me in 1970 with the very large presents Christmas morning.

Each box was empty except for an I.O.U.

My brothers tore open their packages to reveal their own empty boxes, each with its own IOU. We all laughed. It was weird and funny and somehow magical at the same time.

My brothers seemed to feel the same way. For all my parents’ depression-era idiosyncrasies and comical frugality, we knew for sure that they really did love us. And besides, we were together and having fun. What did we really want or need beyond that? Out of all my childhood Christmases, this was by far the very best.

In a few weeks, my grandchildren—a circus of 4—will rush downstairs to find many presents under the tree. There will be toys inside each box, and real candy stuffed in their stockings strung along the fireplace. This will be lovely, but I have to admit that I have mixed feelings about the sheer volume of gifts. The plentitude. Boxes upon boxes filling most of the room. All this juxtaposed with my vivid memory of unwrapping my empty box, and knowing when I read the IOU that it wasn’t really empty at all. It was filled with a loving promise that my parents and brothers would always be there for me. That’s all I really want to give my grandkids this year. That is all that matters.

This belief is what animates my inner Scrooge to wake from a vivid dream and run to the window at dawn…

“He opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist. Clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold—cold, piping for the blood to dance to—golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells—oh glorious, glorious!

“What’s today?” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.

“EH?” returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.

“What’s today, my fine fellow!” said Scrooge.

“Today!” replied the boy. “Why, CHRISTMAS DAY'”

“It’s Christmas Day!” said Scrooge to himself. “I haven’t missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can.”

I wish you and your family a very merry holiday, with the best and largest turkey you can find. Or a big empty box with an IOU for Chinese takeout. Have fun. Give everyone a big hug. And I’ll be back with more stories in the New Year.

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Book a free reading from my upcoming Good Grandpa book for your veterans group or house of worship. In the course of writing the Good Grandpa book I had a…

Book a free reading from my upcoming Good Grandpa book for your veterans group or house of worship.

In the course of writing the Good Grandpa book I had a chance to speak with grandpas across a diverse spectrum, from religious leaders to athletes and veterans and more. Hearing their stories and learning their wisdom was a mind-blowing experience that I’m still processing, but one thing really jumped out. The veteran grandpas, one from each branch of the military, all spoke of their lifelong commitment to serve others. Every veteran was actively involved in giving back to their community in some way. And they all believed in leading by example, so their children and grandchildren could see how they were helping others — and follow in grandpa’s footsteps. Ralph Jodice, a retired three-star Air Force General, even brings his grandsons along with him when he delivers meals to veterans in need.

The upshot is that I started this blog and wrote the book with the desire to drive positive change in others. But I realize now that I am the one who has to change first. I have to find ways to serve others and give back.

This is why I’m happy to announce that in January through April 2025 I’m offering free readings from my Good Grandpa book to Veterans organizations or houses of worship. The book won’t be published until September, but the manuscript is finished and ready to share with audiences. If the venue is local to me in New England I may be able to come in person to perform. Other regions in the U.S. or internationally, I’d be happy to organize a Zoom.

The stories I heard from grandpas have been transformative for me, and I hope through these readings (and ultimately the book) I can play my own part in making a difference. And besides, it will be fun! If you, or someone you know, would like to book a reading, please reach out to me at this email: ted (at symbol) GoodGrandpa.com. Let’s do this.

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Timeless Wisdom from a Six-Year-Old

Whenever I interviewed elders for my Good Grandpa book, whether it was my Aunt Lois, a retired pro football grandpa, or the Dalai Lama, I always concluded by asking for…

Whenever I interviewed elders for my Good Grandpa book, whether it was my Aunt Lois, a retired pro football grandpa, or the Dalai Lama, I always concluded by asking for their #1 most essential wisdom.

As you can imagine, I learned some wonderful things along the way. Their ideas where like beautiful antiques, enough to fill a chest in the attic one might come across one day and open with great delight.

Just a few weeks after I submitted the manuscript to my publisher, my wife and I received another gift: our son is expecting his third child early next year — another girl. This will bring our tally of grandchildren to five, which we are of course over the moon about. It also means that our eldest granddaughter, Roen—now 6—will have two little sisters. We took Roen and her little sister, Mae, out for a delicious gluten-free brunch to celebrate. As I watched them chatting away and devouring their breakfast sandwiches, I thought again about all those #1 things that the elders shared with me. And here before me was an “elder” in a different form, still a child, but a big sister who perhaps had some wisdom to share. So, on a lark, I asked Roen for her #1 most essential wisdom.

“No matter what you want to do,” Roen replied, “be your best at it.”

This sounded so adult-like I thought maybe I’d misheard her. But sure enough, this six-year-old girl had in fact shared some excellent wisdom with us. It’s possible her parents, or her other grandparents, had shared these exact words with her recently and she was parroting them back. Or she’d learned this on her own. Or something in-between.

There was a lesson there for me in that moment, something that brought back memories of my time as a young father: don’t assume that children have nothing meaningful to contribute.

In fact, do the opposite. There is often a freshness to their thinking, an innate wisdom that too often gets lost in the shuffle when they grow up and get distracted by the heavy demands of adulthood. The treasure chests of childhood wisdom are typically overlooked simply because we assume they are not there.

I’d been seeking wisdom only from old people like me, but perhaps—like love—wisdom is actually all around.

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Hey! My Good Grandpa book will launch on Grandparents’ Day 2025

What started as an idea is now a completed manuscript that’s already getting positive reviews from two tough critics — my agent, Paul Bresnick, and my publisher, Gretchen Young. Both…

What started as an idea is now a completed manuscript that’s already getting positive reviews from two tough critics — my agent, Paul Bresnick, and my publisher, Gretchen Young.

Both Paul and Gretchen have extensive backgrounds as editors with large publishing houses and have provided very candid feedback to me throughout my year-long book writing journey. They always give me the straight scoop, good or bad. Which is why I’m very excited to share their take on the manuscript.

Here’s what Paul had to say: “The book is inspiring, uplifting, and brimming with practical wisdom. The writing is so good – evocative and filled with genuine emotion. It’s populated with a diverse cast of characters whose stories are vividly told and who each have something unique and important to contribute – all in the service of filling out the wisdom tree.”

Here’s Gretchen’s feedback: “You did a really thoughtful and thorough job here. Your experience with your own grandparents, your journey as a grandfather, and your conversations with other grandfathers (a diverse cast of them, as well), along with the lessons woven throughout the essays — all really well-done! Thanks for being super conscientious about seeking out a wide variety of grandfathers — that greatly benefitted the text. I was touched by your conversations with others. I was moved by the poignancy while also smiling and laughing. Great balance of emotions. Grandpas will LOVE it…. as will many other readers!”

Thank you so much for following the blog. My purpose is to nurture the next great generation, and as you know this is a group effort. I could not have written the book without the involvement of wonderful grandpas who took the time to talk with me and share their stories and wisdom. The more people read the book, the more we can disseminate the extraordinary advice these grandpas have offered us.

The book will be published by Regalo Press and distributed by Simon & Schuster, with a planned launch in time for Grandparents’ Day next year. The best way to keep up to the date with the book launch is to subscribe to the Good Grandpa blog. If you know of someone who would enjoy the  book, please send them a link to the blog. My newsletter signup form is on the home page. Stay tuned!

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Big Families & Miserable Cat Ladies

When I was growing up with my four older brothers, all of them very large like me, my mother became masterful at making meals that could feed our small army….

When I was growing up with my four older brothers, all of them very large like me, my mother became masterful at making meals that could feed our small army.

She didn’t just make one big pot of baked ziti, she’d make two. Loaves of her delicious homemade bread would cover the kitchen counters. Our giant salad bowl could hold a whole garden. When dinner started, it was like a pack of wolves had been released, and soon what at first looked like a lot of food was no longer there. My mom, five foot ten inches tall, would remain standing, busy shoveling more food onto the table. If there was a smidgen of ziti or whatever remaining in the pot, she’d hold it in front of us and command, “Eat this up!”

I recall one night where mom had made meatloaf. We ate almost the entire pan. About an hour after dinner, my brother John said to our mom, “I’m still hungry.” She replied, “Finish up the meatloaf.” He sure did. What we didn’t know until later that night was that mom had made two pans of meatloaf. My brother had polished off the sliver left in the first pan, along with the entire second pan. Impressive even by Page standards.

These big family meals were also extremely entertaining, absolute riots of brotherly jokes and ribbing and stories and multiple conversations all at once, each brother one upping the other, and all with our own unique personalities on full display.

My dad would jump into the conversations here and there but often seemed to be more of an observer of the show he’d helped build through his post-war baby booming. When he did talk, it was often with the intent to build our vocabularies. He’d say something like, “The traffic in Cambridge was quite heavy tonight, partly because potholes were so ubiquitous,” raising one eyebrow. I learned a lot of words this way. When my brothers went off to college one by one, our dinners became quieter and quieter until it was just me and my parents. I really missed our ravenous, boisterous big family cacophony.

I remembered those dinners this summer when I experienced again, in a whole new way, our big family in all its glory.

Both of my adult children and their families were visiting us at our place in Vermont for two weeks. We braced for impact, putting in two extra leaves in the dining room table and stocking up two refrigerators with plenty of food to feed the coming horde. Suddenly we had six adults and four grandchildren at the table, our familial army of Atilla the Hun. One night we had three racks of lamb, an enormous pot of rice, salads, steamed broccoli, rolls and butter, plus brownies and ice cream. Our conversations rocketed in arcs back and forth across the table like stones flung by trebuchets, the assault on the giant platter of lamb was highly successful, my grandchildren cheerfully gnawing the chops while chatting happily with their cousins. Our youngest granddaughter decided midway through the meal to dispense with using a fork for her rice, and instead grabbed handfuls of it to stuff in her mouth (parental protestations ensued, but not before wet rice blanketed the floor like new-fallen snow.)

I loved all of it. The whole loud glorious mess.

Not long after the kids headed home, there was a bruhaha about a certain candidate for Vice President who disparaged women for not having children. He referred to “a bunch of childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives and the choices that they’ve made and so they want to make the rest of the country miserable too.”

What this attack dog said was of course purrrrfectly stupid on so many levels, but his statement was just one loud bark out of many now ringing out across the globe as politicians bemoan falling birth rates. China, which had a one child policy for decades, is now urging women to make babies. It’s a national crisis. They know they won’t be a global power in the future without actual humans to work in their factories or attend universities.

Many young people in the U.S. and Europe are also choosing to forgo parenthood, so the volume of the attack dog barks keeps rising higher.

The response from young couples is predictable. Hateful rhetoric in America, or dictates from communist regimes, is rightfully condemned or simply ignored. Young people are shutting off the noise and going about their lives, allocating money to car payments and rent versus diapers and daycare.

The hard reality is that our world has made it difficult for young people to have hope. They don’t want to bring children into a messed-up environment. They worry that our government is broken. They have a hard time juggling work and family, not to mention the high cost of living. As a result, on our present course, there will be a lot fewer families in the future adding extra leaves to their dining room tables.

What’s the solution? Step one is not judging anyone for choosing any particular lifestyle.

There is also another pathway, one that I’ve come to see in the course of writing the Good Grandpa book. I’ve interviewed many grandpas from all walks of life to hear their stories and learn their wisdom (including a Rabbi who has nearly forty grandkids. He said their family get-togethers are like being in Grand Central Station). In every interview, I’ve asked grandpas for their #1 most essential wisdom. Spoiler alert: what’s emerged is not one single concept across the spectrum of grandpas, but a constellation of North stars joined together by universal truths.

That said, I did hear one thing mentioned by quite a few men. Be kind.

These two simple words mean so much for our grown children. They don’t want to be told to have kids. But if we as grandparents are truly kind in every possible way, we help foster a family environment that brings hope to our troubled world. We can babysit grandkids, provide financial support, offer our wisdom. We can be there for them through good times and bad, let them know they are not alone in the incredibly arduous journey called parenthood. We’ve been there. We’ve done this. We’ve got this.

This is not a new idea, it’s an old one.

Many of the grandpas I interviewed spoke of wonderful childhoods where their grandparents lived with them or right next door. These days, that is all too rare. The Chinese and Indian grandpas I spoke with currently spend at least six months of each year living with their kids and helping care for their grandkids. We have a lot to learn from their cultures.

The other thing we can do as grandparents is to provide some historical context. Young people of child-bearing age may think our country is a wreck – there’s so much division and vitriol. Why would they want to bring a child into this? But those of us of a certain age were around when JFK, RFK and MLK were murdered. The Vietnam war was raging. There was rioting in the streets, student protestors getting shot on campus. Watergate was a shit-show. It was rough but life went on. The country went on, and maybe we learned a few things along the way.

Hateful language and governmental dictates will not fill our dining room tables with boisterous happy children. Kindness and love will.

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What if you could only ask the Dalai Lama one thing? (I did this. He answered.)

  As I write the Good Grandpa book I’m grouping my interviews with grandpas by topic—for example, three veterans from different branches of the military—then writing a chapter focused on…

The Dalai Lama

 

As I write the Good Grandpa book I’m grouping my interviews with grandpas by topic—for example, three veterans from different branches of the military—then writing a chapter focused on what I learn.

I ask a lot of questions and always conclude with what I call the Billy Crystal City Slickers question: What’s the #1 thing that matters?

I’ve found that when I compare and contrast these #1s they form fascinating patterns, all imbued with flavors of meaning that can only be derived from their careers and life experiences.

Most recently, I met with four grandpas who are religious leaders, a priest, imam and two rabbis (one orthodox, one reform). It sounds a bit like the old joke “A priest, a rabbi and an imam walk into a bar….” But I can guarantee you that what these men told me was no joke. I was floored.

The last lap of my journey of religious wisdom discovery led me to Buddhism and a gentleman who is not actually a grandpa, at least not in a literal sense.

Lhamo Thondup was born on a straw mat in a cowshed in 1935, one of sixteen children in a humble farming family. In 1940, he was recognized as the 14th Dalai Lama and is currently the highest spiritual leader and head of Tibetan Buddhism. I wrote a letter to His Holiness in February of 2024 asking if he’d be available for a conversation. Four months later I received an email from his secretary saying the Dalai Lama, at 89, was devoting more time to rest and personal practice, and hence not available to meet. I wrote back to say that I understood and appreciated the response. However, after meeting with the four other religious leaders I felt I had given up on the Dalai Lama too easily. I wrote back and asked his secretary to ask him one question on my behalf, the #1 thing that mattered for grandchildren the world over.

The Dalai Lama replied, “Compassion is the key to the future well-being of our planet and fellow human beings.”

Excited to hear from His Holiness, I sought to better understand Buddhist teachings on compassion. Here’s how the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying defines compassion: “It is not simply a sense of sympathy or caring for the other person’s suffering, not simply a warmth of heart toward the person before you, or a sharp clarity of the recognition of their needs and pain, it is also a sustained sense and practical determination to do whatever is possible and necessary to help alleviate their suffering.”

In other words, it’s not enough to be a compassionate person, we actually have to take action to help others. There are all kinds of implications here for us as grandparents.

What comes to mind first is that after each school shooting there are the usual calls for “thoughts and prayers.” This is followed by politicians doing just about nothing. Then there’s another school shooting. And another. And another. This carnage is adding up on an almost unimaginable scale. According to the American Academy of Pediatrics, childhood firearm fatalities increased by 87.1% over a 10-year period, rising to 2,590 deaths in 2021, beating out car accidents. Putting this number in perspective, a good-sized high school auditorium seats around 600 students. Imagine every single year over 4 auditoriums packed with children and teens die by gunfire.

Having genuine compassion requires us to solve this problem fast.

The question is, how? Passions run high on each side of the gun issue in America, with the NRA and other gun-rights advocates steadfastly supporting the Second Amendment, while parents and students clamor for much tighter restrictions on gun ownership. I suggest we meet in the middle on common ground. I have no doubt that all grandparents love their grandchildren. There is no red and blue color code on our national map when it comes to caring deeply about the safety of these kids. We urgently need a national conversation about what can be done to protect our grandchildren from harm, and this can’t be just one side talking. It’s going to take everybody and it has to be respectful.

One might ask, why should grandparents be the ones to make this happen? For starters, nobody else is, so why not?

Secondly, we often hear people say we’re living in a “new normal.” But those of us who are older remember a world without school shootings and we will not accept the normalization of horror. We have the time-tested experience and the moral authority required to convene this national conversation. And if any adults misbehave along the way, we’ll send them to a timeout chair.

All of the religious leaders I met with offered up their own unique perspectives, their own #1 thing. When I see their ideas in aggregate a larger picture emerges, a unifying umbrella of meaning. It’s not one pane of stained glass in a house of worship; there’s a full, rich image with light streaming through each section of color to paint a portrait I will never forget. I will be sharing this with you when the Good Grandpa book is published in 2025.
In the meantime, let’s listen to the Dalai Lama. It’s time to take action—compassionately—to stand up for the safety of all grandchildren.

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Grandma’s Karmann Ghia

On December 3rd, 1947, the blond-coiffed professional wrestler known as Gorgeous George ascended into the ring of the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, basking in the applause and jeers of…

On December 3rd, 1947, the blond-coiffed professional wrestler known as Gorgeous George ascended into the ring of the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, basking in the applause and jeers of the massive crowd.

He was joined in the ring by his opponent, a six-foot-tall muscular black wrestler who went by the name of Reginald Siki, sometimes called The Panther. The instant the starting bell rang, George ran at Siki, took a flying leap and delivered a dropkick to his chin. Siki obligingly collapsed, ending the match after only 12 seconds. Gorgeous George’s path to fame accelerated, his telegenic theatrics a perfect match for the burgeoning age of television.

Siki would be dead within a year, a relative unknown today, yet far more deserving of recognition. Siki won numerous matches in this career, but due to the color of his skin his name was never entered in the record books.

Born Reginald Berry in Kansas City, Missouri in 1899, Siki was—according to a fascinating article in Slam magazine—among the most prominent Black athletes of his day, achieving fame largely in Eastern Europe where he could escape from the rampant racism of North America (in Canada the press once dubbed him “gorilla man”).

After performing for a stretch in Germany in the months leading up to World War II, Siki and his wife were arrested in 1942 and imprisoned in Tittmoning, a Medieval castle in Bavaria along with hundreds of Americans. Siki nearly starved to death. At one point, a fellow inmate, Max Brandel, drew a caricature of him which Siki inscribed with the words, “Let’s keep going.” Brandel became a contributor to MAD magazine (“What, me worry?”).

I learned the story of Siki when I met up with his great-great grandson, James Lott Jr., in Zoom-land recently to further my deep dive into the varied lives of grandpas.

James Lott Jr.

James, 55, has a detonation of black hair that expands out in all directions, a neatly trimmed white goatee, and a vibrant and friendly personality. He has a whole string of letters after his name—CTACC CDC LVN PMO OA DD—that speak to his thirst for learning. “I’m a chameleon of many sorts,” James said. I’d call that an understatement. James is the CEO and Founder of JLJ Media, the CEO and Founder of Super Organizer, certified as a professional organizer and life coach, holds a nursing degree and a PH.D., has done acting gigs on commercials and an episode of House (season four, episode four), has his own YouTube channel, and does a podcast called Really! I’m a Grandparent!. James, who’s single, lives in Englewood, California, and stays close to his many nearby grandchildren.

James started his career as a farm and agricultural insurance specialist, but during the recession of 2008 he had a major epiphany.

“I realized I hated my job,” James told me, “hated everything in the city, my kids were grown and I’d already become a grandfather. I decided to change my whole life.” He made a list of all the things he loved to do, “I like filing. I like organizing. I like people. I like media. I don’t mind speaking in front of people. So I talked about it with my grandfather’s sister, and she said, There’s a business in there. Entrepreneurship!”

James moved back to his family home in Los Angeles and started Super Organizer L.L.C., providing organizational services to a growing roster of clients that today includes movie stars.

He also followed his passion for video and podcasting, with a flair for being on camera, through his media enterprise. The media world is James’s version of the Forever Letter. “My grandkids know me as this person who talks to celebrities. When I die, they can just go online and see their grandfather.”

When I learned that James became a grandpa at the tender young age of 39, I said, “Wow, I thought I was young at 55 when my first grandchild was born. You were way ahead of me!”

“Here’s the deal,” James replied, “I started my podcast because I saw the face of grandparenting has changed. My show is for young grandparents. I come from a long line of them. I grew up with grandparents who still jogged and dated and were having kids.” When James told me this I tried, and failed, to imagine the grandparents in my life jogging. The only time I could see them moving that quickly was to run away from bears.

One of James’ grandfathers—Grandpa Bob— was an executive with Chase bank in Manhattan.

“He was young, a Rolling Stone,” James said, “dressed very sharp, smoked a cigar, totally New York, the whole thing.” James’ other grandfather was white and Dutch, a little older, with a white beard. “My two grandfathers were like chess pieces on opposite sides of the board.” One of James’s youthful grandmothers would start her day running ten miles and swimming five. She drove a sporty Karmann Ghia (my Gram, in her late 70s, drove a vintage pink Rambler, cheerfully oblivious to the concept of lanes).

Through his podcast, James has connected with all kinds of young grandparents. “I’m meeting more and more people in their 30s and 40s who are grandparents,” he said. “It’s no big deal in their lives. It’s like, ‘I had a daughter at 18, and she had a child at 18.” Being a single grandpa who’s active in the LA dating scene is also a different ballgame. “I never know when to bring it up,” James said. “Sometimes it comes out organically, like, What are you doing this weekend? I’m seeing my grandkids in Sacramento. It’s a mixed reaction.”

James also sees that many of today’s youthful grandfathers are playing a larger role in the lives of their grandkids.

“I always think it’s a generational thing; a lot of times the grandmother is seen as the nucleus of the family, but there are some good grandfathers out there who do run families. It’s part of my mission to share that.”

“The second thing for me,” James continued, “is the multiracial aspect. I have grandkids that look the spectrum from blond hair and freckles to brown.” During the period of civil unrest after the George Floyd killing, James had honest talks with his grandkids about the police based on his own negative experiences. The brown grandkids had a different talk than the blond ones. “But the Gen Z’s and Gen Alphas,” James said, “they’re actually not caught up in all that suff. We’re the ones caught up in it—we Boomers and Millennials. My grandkids have a set of friends whose parents were same-sex. Their first President was Black. So, their whole outlook is different.”

James has found there’s a generational shift in perspectives on work-life balance as well, with many young people choosing educational and career paths outside the norms pounded into us by our Greatest Generation parents.

“These kids are saying, you want to pay me $10 an hour to do that?” James said. “They’re questioning. Some are choosing trade schools instead of college. I was taught to work at a job until you’re 65 and then you retire and travel. I’m actually impressed with how much these kids don’t care about certain things that we’re holding on to. They just want to live their lives. They’re going to do it their way.”

This idea resonated with me—a lot—when I thought about it within the context of nurturing the next great generation.

Being fully accepting of differences and unconstrained by old-fashioned career paths seem all part of the same new vision. And these changes seem to be happening naturally as a result of the guidance and wisdom we gave our children when we were young parents. We—and I mean ‘we’ in the larger sense meaning so many parents everywhere—taught our kids to treat everyone the same. We also encouraged them to choose the career that would allow them to do what they loved, even if that meant making less money. By the time our kids left the house as young adults, we’d largely completed our job. And through that parenting—ours and James’s alike (and yours)—the newest generation is already greater in many ways than any that came before.

James summed it up best when he said, “They have the freedom to live a different life.”

This doesn’t mean we grandparents can’t continue to play a strong supportive role. We can help lead a discussion about generational greatness. And we will always be the elder Maple trees who’s leaves nurture the seedlings. We can be there for them. But we have to be careful not to preach to them like we know everything, because we don’t. Tom Brokaw said he learned more from his grandkids than they’ve learned from him. Wise words.

I saw this principle on glorious display on a warm July day a few years ago on the shores of Lake Willoughby, a place I will continue to return to in my upcoming book. All of our grandkids and their cousins where down at the beach with their parents and everyone was buzzing with excitement because we knew that this was the day that my cousin’s son, William, would become engaged to his boyfriend, Brendon. The plan was that Brendon would take William out on their vintage wooden motorboat and pop the question. The grandkids made signs of congratulations that they could hold up when the boat returned to the shore, and sure enough, an hour later as the boat approached—William and Brendon beaming—the grandkids jumped up and down on the dock with their signs, shouting “Yay!” and “Congratulations!” and “We love you!”

Nobody on the beach that day had to explain that William and Brendon were different, that they were gay.

Because they are, in fact, no different than any of us. They are simply a young couple in love, one that is today happily married.

Before James and I parted ways in Zoom-land, I asked him for his #1 piece of wisdom for the next great generation. He instantly said, “You can survive anything. Life isn’t fair. Life is tough. Life is wonderful. It’s all those things, three dimensional. I wish I could have told myself that when I was 18. Just don’t worry, James. You will go through a lot of stuff, but you will survive, and that’s what I tell my grandkids.”

Our ancestors continue to shape who we are now, through genetics and remembrance. When James talked about survival all I could picture was the greatest wrestler of the 20th century, the indomitable Reginald Siki, languishing in a German prison camp, so hungry he lay still to conserve energy, yet he smiled as he looked at the caricature drawn of him and wrote the words I will say to my loved ones any time our multidimensional lives get tough: “Let’s keep going.”

Author’s note: Be sure to check out James’s Really! I’m a Grandparent Podcast. James had me on his show, even though I’m not a young grandpa these days (thank you, James!). Also, if you or someone you know has a grandpa story to tell, please reach out to me at ted [at symbol here] GoodGrandpa dot com. I’m writing the Good Grandpa book for Regalo Press which will be distributed by Simon & Schuster in mid-to-late 2025.

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The Good Grandpa Book Journey. Day 180.

When I set out to write the Good Grandpa book, I went into the experience with ears and eyes wide open to whatever might come my way. I’d heard from…

When I set out to write the Good Grandpa book, I went into the experience with ears and eyes wide open to whatever might come my way.

I’d heard from historian and author Doris Kearns Goodwin that the right story for a book needs to find you, not the other way around. She explained that she set out to write the definitive biography of Abraham Lincoln, but as she learned more about the men who competed with Lincoln for the presidency a far more fascinating story emerged. The result was her extraordinary book, Team of Rivals.

Today I’m about half-way through my book journey—about 50,000 words—the result of many interviews with amazing grandpas from different walks of life (and waking up at 5am with lots of strong coffee as I tackle new chapters). This has been quite an experience.

The stories I’ve heard from grandpas have been extraordinary.

I’ve been deeply moved so many times, surprised by twists and turns, and found my own pathway as a grandpa illuminated by the wisdom that has been so generously shared with me.

Early on, I heard from legendary newsman Tom Brokaw that he believed every generation would have its own epic challenges to overcome, the kind of struggle that could forge our grandchildren to become the new greatest generation. The key was to learn from each challenge and become even stronger.

Tom Brokaw

I heard from John Cleese that it’s more important to find the truth than believe you know the truth, that sometimes absolute certainty can get in the way of learning.

Me with my comedy God, the great John Cleese.

I spoke with a grandfather who discovered the power of prayer to heal his cancer-stricken granddaughter, and in the process found his path back to God.

Eric Behr rediscovered his spirituality.

I met with a Muslim grandfather from India who sees our grandchildren as already the greatest generation of all time, bestowed with extraordinary gifts and opportunity, but in need of a greater sense of gratitude.

Recently, I spoke with three different grandpa Veterans, including a Vietnam combat Vet who shared a story that blew me away.

Gresh Lattimore, retired Navy Captain.

I have a long way to go before I finish, but I’ve definitely had an epiphany.

I set out on a mission to bring together stories and wisdom to help nurture the next great generation.

This purpose was grounded in the concept of changing our grandchildren and their future so they could live their best lives. What I’ve learned, however, is that I’m the one who has to change first. The youngest people in our growing family look up to me, and I must lead by example. There can be no pontificating.

Over the past 6 months, when I’ve questioned grandpas and probed for the essential wisdom they wished to impart to our grandchildren, I’ve heard the most powerful things. Many times before telling me their answers, these grandpas pause and then say, “I’m going to tell you something I wish someone had told me fifty years ago.”

I can’t wait to share these things with you when the book is published in the second half of 2025. All I can tell you now, without spoiling the happy ending, is that a pattern is emerging.

Stay tuned, and thank you for coming along with me on this journey. I’m very grateful. If you or someone you know has a story to share, please don’t hesitate to reach out.

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