I grew up in this grocery store and before it was "Zettler's Market" (my maiden name), it was my Grandparents bakery. It has been a working establishment for 90 years or more so I was shocked to find it closed while giving my granddaughter a little tour of my old hometown.
I wanted to spend some special time, just my granddaughter and me (she is 13 Years). I tried to figure out something special..... As I contemplated my own grandparents the thing I wished the most is that I would have known more about their lives. My maternal grandmother came to the U.S. on a boat from Sweden and spoke no English...My paternal grandmother worked in a boarding house and birthed my father at home. I so wished I would have asked them more questions but when you are young you just don't think about things like that, so it was decided. I would take my granddaughter to my old hometown where I grew up in the grocery business, went through all 12 years of school, and got married. I figured she would probably be bored, but boy was I wrong. She was full of questions and of course we took pictures of her in front of my old house, and the little church where I got saved and married...
We even visited the old graveyard and she took pictures all along the way.
It ended up being pretty special for the both of us and a time we neither will forget:)
Oh, did I tell you that she is beautiful?
On the drive home the subject of politics came up and of course Grandma can get a little on her high horse on that subject.....Granddaughter says "Tell me more Grandma...that don't teach us that in school".
The lesson............Pass it on.