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.
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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