September 16th is my paternal grandfather's birthday and now it will be my maternal grandfather's deathday. As there are no speakers near I will fulfill the role.

Wayne Lehman Roth, who lived for 89 years from February 14, 1925 to September 16, 2014, was a quiet man. His actions and words were chosen carefully. He was precise. His life running his small print shop taught him this. Long hours and hard work is wasted because of typos and small mistakes. A love of letters and words was not just his job, but his character. Not long do I remember him being separated from either a pun on his lips or a crossword on his lap. That was his style. He wore suspenders long since out of fashion. Correspondences were conducted on a typewriter. Smoking was done with a pipe. He learned how to do something once and that was good enough. He tinkered with model trains in that small row house of his. A house with no AC for those muggy Bryn Mawr PA summers. He built Impressive vistas and intricate rail systems which fought for room amongst the tools and paints of the basement. A busy life to be sure yet time enough was found to be married for 60+ years. Time enough for two children and their grandchildren and even a great grandchild. I never saw him separated from my grandmother for long. Marriage to them was less a contract and more a bonding of two people. His wife was an extension of his own body and he cared for that just as much as his own.

To put it simply, he was a builder. Ink at work, tracks in the basement, flowers in his garden, family any other time.

Perhaps he was not always this way, but I can only speak of the man I knew for my whole life, which was only a fourth of his. I will never see my grandfather again. No one will remember his name once I and am my kin are gone. That is ok though. I will remember him and that will be enough. He never cared for flashy things.

Grandparents Told you they were inseparable.