Really small photo of my grandfather. |
As the story has been passed down to me, the picture of was taken during the depression when he worked as a truck driver for a furniture company. He, my grandmother and daddy, lived in an unfinished garage somewhere in the Heights. When he delivered something he would take the cardboard box home and nail it to the inside of the garage to serve as insulation.
Today I'm creating sangria. It's in the fridge now. We're celebrating father's day, #1 son-in-law's birthday and my birthday with family this afternoon. Hope they're ready for some cool sangria on a hot afternoon.
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