Remember Grandma . Always the apron that smelled of baking and lavender . "Come child onto the kitchen " , she would say . As you sat there in wonder , your mouth just beginning to drool with anticipation of the slice of apple pie with a scoop of home churned ice cream and a glass of milk .
" Now wipe off that milk child and go see what Grandpa wants ". So off you would go into the basement to see what Grandpa was up to fixing .
You always knew he could fix anything you brough him except a broken nheart . That was for Grandma. You continue the dream.
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