(1) The only photograph I have ever seen of my grandfather was taken at my mother’s wedding. He doesn’t look happy to be there. A thin man with a long face, his twiglike hair invites comparisons to a scarecrow. His eyes sank decades ago and his lips lie flat. He wears a somber gray jacket that looks mournful next to his wife’s bright pink dress and shy, doelike smile. My parents got married in the…