tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330348915575831199.post3359269464304179143..comments2023-04-05T05:24:44.877-07:00Comments on Butter No Parsnips: GrandpaDangerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06342577749269316296noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4330348915575831199.post-65104319421840086982009-10-19T13:30:55.759-07:002009-10-19T13:30:55.759-07:00This made me cry. It was a beautiful memory of th...This made me cry. It was a beautiful memory of that sweet grandpa. I too remember him fondly. I remember his little change purse that he would squeeze together the sides and it would open. The plastic one. He would take us to Long John Silvers. I loved sitting on his lap too or grandma's and listen to them say their rosary. I had no idea what they were saying but I just loved to be near them. I remember grandma taught me that there was a difference in cucumbers. And that if you peeled them from one end they would taste bitter but if you peeled them from the other end they wouldn't. I forgot which end was which. Thank you for sharing your memories. I loved the trip down memory lane. Can I use this piece for my class? :-) xoxoxoHilarynoreply@blogger.com