This month I lost my beloved Grandmother, Louise. She was 96-years-old at the time of her death and lived a very long and happy life, so I don’t think I’ll be too sad.
My Grandfather, Wilfred, died a few years earlier. I have fond memories visiting my grandparents in Massachusetts. One time, when I was about 8-years-old, when we came to visit there was a “clam bake” planned for the next day. Early that morning, my grandpa asked me if I wanted to feed the clams. Intrigued, I followed him down to their basement or cellar as they called it.