This is going to be more about my Grandpa than my Grandma, they divorced when I was little so my stories about them will be separate

My Grandpa was, in my opinion, a fantastic grandparent. He lived on a farm and boarded horses for different people. He lived there with his second wife, and I thought she was great as well. She taught me how to play Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater on the piano that she had. I would spend time with them during the summers and sometimes on the weekends. I always had fun when I was with them. They had a pretty big place to run around on. She had a grandson who lived up the road, and he was about my age. We used to put a bridal on the horses and go riding sometimes. 

Now, on to Grandpa's story:

Grandma and Grandpa got married kinda late in life, at least for back then anyway. They met when they were teenagers and didn't get married till Grandma was 28. We never understood that until just recently. It seems that Grandpa had always wanted to go and work in Denver. When he was a young fella, he took off and moved there. He found a job and was living his dream. One day he was hitch-hiking either to or from work, don't remember which it was, and two guys picked him up and gave him a ride. 

Supposedly, Grandpa fell asleep in the back seat. While he was 'asleep', the guys who gave him a ride, stopped and robbed a bank. Well, they all got caught and the two guys said Grandpa was the mastermind of the whole thing. Grandpa ended up being a guest at the Colorado State Prison for a while. Actually for most of the late 20's through the early 30's. He found out there was going to be a riot and a breakout and he went and told the Warden about it. he was released early for his own protection. 

Not only was my Grandpa a bank robber, he was a snitch......WOW! They managed to keep this from their kids and grand-kids for decades. None of us knew anything about this until about 20 years ago. My aunt did some research on it and found his mugshot. grandpa died in the 70's so he never knew we found out, neither did grandma, she died in 1991. I miss them both and think about them all the time. I have posted a pic of them before they got divorced, I believe this was in either the 40's or 50.

I have so many stories about my family that I could talk forever about them. Maybe next time I'll introduce you to my Uncle Vernon, grandpa's brother. he was schizophrenic, and thought the CIA, FBI, and the KGB were after him. His story is very interesting as well.

I hope you enjoyed reading this.