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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

More Memories of Grandpa

We only visited my grandparents once every four or five years. So when we did it was special. I remember the closer we got to their house (after driving for hours on the New York State Thruway, the MOST boring road in the universe) I would get antsy. I knew what was coming. I had to get through the ‘hellos’. I HATED that part. All the hugging and kissing and “My, how you’ve GROWN!” comments. But the part I hated most was Grandpa’s mustache!
I didn’t mind so much that it reminded me of Adolf Hitler. 
What I hated was he’d hug me and kiss me and ‘tickle’ me with that mustache. But it didn’t tickle, it scratched! And left red marks on my neck! I hated those first few minutes of every visit. But once we got that out of the way it was fun!

4 comments:

  1. Mustaches do scratch! But good that itching was only one part of your visit :D

    My grand parents on father's side lived in same house, we lived on the third floor, they on the fifth.

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  2. You're lucky. My relatives were into cheek pinching. ;-D

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  3. My thing was the 'smells'. I'd get hugged and it seemed to take hours to get that cologne/powder/BO off of me! YUK

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  4. It wasn't my grandparents but my uncle's. I had one on each side of the family that loved to tease us. Soooooo embarassing at a young age.

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