I always called him Great Grandpa Grow. I remember as a small child visiting him in Nampa, Idaho and every Grow Family reunion he danced the jig until he was very old. He came to live with his daughter Rosella(my grandmother) when I was in my teens and he had what we now know as Altzheimers, and would wander away sometimes looking for his hat. We kids would search the neighborhood until he was found. He was a grand old man, very humble and mild, and he passed away at his daughter, Rosella's home in Twin Falls in August 1960 just after my graduation from high school. I remember seeing him in his casket. He had pure silver white hair and was dressed all in white a beautiful sight to see.