During the Summer as children we would occasionally spend a night at our paternal Grandparents who lived close by. My Grandpa was a jovial sort, who smoked White Owl cigars and wore bib-overalls. Grandma was a tiny woman with a tremendous amount of energy and her Bible always at the ready. But the one thing I will always remember fondly about those visits was Breakfast. Now, it started out with the traditional fare of…eggs, bacon,and toast, but the real fun started when that had all been eaten. Grandpa would go to the pantry and bring back a fruit pie. What a forbidden treat… pie for Breakfast! As little girls, we would be absolutely giddy with excitement to think we could share in Grandpa’s special custom. This memory of my Grandparents has always been very special, and I can only hope that I’m making those same kind of lasting traditions and memories for my Grandchildren.
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