My grampa is a farmer. He had one of the last farming easements in the Boston area. Used to go to the Farmer's Market with him, pick berries to sell...That is how he bought his land in Wakefield in the forties...selling the wild blueberry...
I love hearing about your grandfather's and your's relationship-- All but one of my grandparents died by the time I was 3-- the remaining one so racked (sp?) with dementia, booze, and animosity that your tender stories of good-hearted and loving grandparents, and the privilege of having met them (thanks!) is something I treasure very much. They are royalty. Thank You.
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