[john70t]

I don't remember much about Opa except him being a quiet skinny old German man.
The basic but pristine lake cottage was fully run by Gammy.
Yonnie the golden retriever was always outside on the covered porch.

Former head of a major factory division, and thousands of workers essential to a war effort previous, he kept to himself.
Almost invisible otherwise.

He would row the very young me around the lake in a a decrepit old flat bottom rowboat to catch turtles across the distant waters.
I would stand at the very front of the boat, making it harder for him to row, and I would scream "faster grandpa, faster!"
And he would try his best.