What's your favorite memory?

Do you have a favorite memory with a grandparent? I remember the summer of 1962. I was fifteen years old. I got to spend the whole summer at my grandmother's home in Gold Hill, Oregon. She lived out in the country in the middle of "no where." Across the road from her house was the Rogue River. I went fly fishing almost every day that summer. I had a blast wading in the mountain chiled waters of the Rogue River casting a fly line across the surface of the fast moving water with one of my uncle home made fly hooks. I've never had the opportunity to go fly fishing since that summer at grandma Bessie's house. I'm sixty-one now, but the memories of that summer seem like yesterday. The other day my grandson Zachary spend the night at Bops' house. His favorite activity right now is helping Bops make pancakes. You ought to watch him crack the egg one handed -- I usually hold my breath as he does it. I have to help with the measurements but he does the rest. He loves to whip up the pancake mix after adding the egg, milk and oil. I wish I knew what he was thinking as Nanny took the above picture. He was busy making breakfast and Nanny interrupted his pancake making to take pictures -- not just one picture but a bunch of pictures. I don't know if making pancakes will be one of those special memory of Zachary's when he grows up but I certaining hope so.

If you have a favorite memory with a grandparent, please share your memory by posting it on this blog --- if that grandparent is still alive today, take a moment to share your special memory with them.