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When thinking about my favorite childhood memories, many of them include my maternal grandfather. One of the great things about him is that he always made a point of spending one-on-one time with each of the grands.
As a buyer for Jordan Marsh, his career involved travelling the globe in search of oriental rugs. Being Armenian, they could pretty much be found in every room of our houses. Once he retired, he took horticulture courses and channeled his time and energy into gardening, which brings us to one of those memories.
There was one particular afternoon I remember when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old. He brought me to the garden center with him to pick up supplies. He gave me wheelbarrow rides around the place and took me to Friendly's for ice cream on the way home. We also got pulled over for speeding, so he winked at me and put his finger to his lips to shush me, then very politely smiled at the police officer who approached his window and started speaking to him in Armenian. The officer finally gave up in frustration and waved us on.
It was pretty funny to me, but I thought my Mom was going to kill him when she found out about that. Hey, at least we remembered to stop at the farm stand for corn on the way home!
!! I MISS YOU GRAMPY !!
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