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| Something for Everyone! |
My Husby's father was a wonderful man.
Generous
Cheerful.
Loving.
Devoted to his numerous offspring and
grand-offspring.
Who, in turn, loved him.
And anxiously awaited any opportunity
to go for a visit.
I must admit here that seeing and
visiting with their Grampa wasn't their only reason for wanting to
spend time at his house.
No.
Their motives were a bit more . . .
self-serving.
Because Grampa had treats.
Really yummy treats.
He had learned over the years to put a
little something away for, as he called it, a 'rainy day'.
And 'rainy days' were much sought after
and appreciated.
Especially by the younger set.
Inevitably, when visiting Grampa's
house, after the initial excitement of greeting and getting everyone
inside and settled, Grampa would say, “Well, I think I'll just go
and see if I have any 'rainy days'.
Which meant that he did.
Yummy-ness was forthcoming.
Moving ahead several years . . .
My Husby learned many things from his
father.
One of which was, to the joy and
delight of his children and Grandchildren, the stashing away of
'rainy days'.
He does this religiously.
Religiously.
And, as a result, generally grows more
than it diminishes.
His present stash consists of two huge
cardboard boxes and several bags, taking up the entire space under
his desk.
Several fancy wooden chests of
'treasure'.
And a shelf full of boxed chocolates.
Do you fancy a treat?
You're invited.
Rainy Days for everyone.
And I do mean everyone.
Please?
