Friday, October 19, 2007

Flashback Friday

My Grandpa Bert was my last living grandparent. He was a lovely, good natured man, always ready with an encouraging word and a kiss for his grandchildren. I remember the fun we had on holidays at Port Arlington, how his shed was an Aladdin's cave of treasures for my sister and me- we'd fossick for hours , his forgetfulness, his "hard to listen to" organ playing, and his charming demeanour. He outlived three wives. Thanks for the fond memories Bert.

1 comment:

  1. Pop's always had their sheds didn't they. As girls we were never allowed near our Pop's shed but we would stand on the outside and watch


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