My mother’s father passed away when I was very young so I didn’t know him. My father’s father lived into his 90’s. He lived on a farm in Ontario (Canada). We visited every summer and at least one Christmas. That Christmas I remember him hooking two horses to a big sled and taking us for a ride through the fields. It was like a Budweiser commercial. I have very fond memories of our visits to the farm, and Canada.
I don’t plan on having a farm but I do want the grandkids to enjoy their time with us. I look forward to making fond memories with them…
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