|Uncle Mike getting us set for fishing|
As a kid I loved going up to visit my grandparent. As we were on the last mile of our drive to 'Ma & Pa's' house my dad would have me begin counting down as we winded around the two lane road just to add to the anticipation before our arrival. Not only did my mouth begin to drool as I thought of all of my grandmother's home cooked favorites that would be consumed, but I also knew that as we pulled into the gravel driveway that had a welcoming crunch under our tires, my grandfather (most times) would be sitting on one of the porches awaiting our arrival. Their hospitality always made me feel warm and bubbly and I hope I carry on the tradition as I find myself sitting (not so patiently) on the front porch counting down the minutes until they arrive.
|giving fishing lessons in the back yard|