My Grandpa was the ultimate kid at heart. Many of my memories of him involve silly faces, funny jokes and anything and everything sweet.
On a trip to Hershey, Pennsylvania. we all went on the factory tour to see how chocolate is made. At the end of the tour there was a bin of Hershey Kisses samples. We all took more than one, and I may have even taken a handful, but Grandpa dipped both arms in the bin and pulled out as many as he could carry. I remember feeling proud because my Grandpa took what he wanted the way a kid might, but, even better, he shared them with us because he was a loving grandfather.
How lucky I was to have a grandparent who could so sincerely share in childhood joys.
On a trip to Hershey, Pennsylvania. we all went on the factory tour to see how chocolate is made. At the end of the tour there was a bin of Hershey Kisses samples. We all took more than one, and I may have even taken a handful, but Grandpa dipped both arms in the bin and pulled out as many as he could carry. I remember feeling proud because my Grandpa took what he wanted the way a kid might, but, even better, he shared them with us because he was a loving grandfather.
How lucky I was to have a grandparent who could so sincerely share in childhood joys.
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