Memories of Grandpa

I don't have a lot of memories of my Grandpas, my Grandpa W died when I was 7. I only have one vivid memory of him, I was a Brownie in the Girl Scouts, selling calendars, they were 50 cents, and when I asked him to buy one, he said "NO." I was so hurt, and scared of him. My Grandpa W was a mystery to his entire family, he came over as a young boy from Yugoslavia, and never really shared his story with anyone.

My Dad, the next generation, Grandpa W is totally different with his Grandchildren, he loves to talk to them and help them solve problems, and of course he always bought everything that was ever being sold to raise money.

Which brings me to why this memory came to light last night. We have a Grandson, Josh who is 14. He called his Grandpa Ron last night to let us know he had a basketball game if we wanted to come and watch. I was unable to go, Ron went and watched the game and then took Josh out for supper. They were going to go to the new Space Aliens, but looked too busy so opted for Dennys for some Grand Slam breakfasts.
Ron got home and said they had a nice time, and then he hands me 6 Papa Murphy discount cards. Josh had to sell them in order to raise money for the class trip to Valley Fair, he had been having a hard time selling them, so Grandpa Ron bought them all!