Weekends at Nana’s and gramps were always special times for me growing up. Saturday’s with my uncles, hecticness in the kitchen feeding the brood, along with starting and completing chores or projects my grandfather had conjured up during the week. As the sun began to set my uncles would begin their exodus and I would … Continue reading Weekends at Nan’s and Gramps
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