Monday, March 16, 2009

Another page of my grandfather

I remember walks with him in the summertime. It was his one of his 2 favorite ways to spend time with us. He would load us up into the little red wagon, whistle for the dog, and off we would go. Down the hill and turn onto Biscoff road, or up the hill and over it to see the Kriegs or Dorchesters. We didn't really care.


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