Pieter de Goede, Alkmaar 1889 - Amsterdam 1983
My handsome great grandfather, also probably on his wedding day. He was like a father to his bastard grandsons. They lived with him for a couple of years in the wooden house behind the fire station on the Marnixstraat in Amsterdam. He was the caretaker for the veterinarian.
My great grandfather was a gentleman. He smoked a pipe. When I kissed him, I would smell the sweet tobacco in his white moustache. I met him when he was already very old. He mumbled a little. Like with my great grandmother, we didn't talk much, but we smiled a lot at each other.