Fall is just around the corner.
As a youngster, I knew that when the first brown bag arrived at my Grandma Kline's house, fall was on it's way.
Grandma would drive all the way to St. James via I-44 just to purchase these grapes from a rickety roadside stand.
After my Grandma passed away, my mom carried on this tradition. These tasty grapes are something I look forward to for 11 months out of the year.
Concord grapes most certainly are the first sign of fall.
A couple of weeks ago, a brown bag arrived at our little home. Andrew drives past these same rundown stands on his way to school each day. When I saw the first bag, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of saddness... and a whole lot of happiness.
Grandma lives on in my mom... and now her memory is living through me. She was a phenomenal woman, and she instilled tradition in all of us.
With each bite of these juicy grapes, memories of a life well lived flood my mind... and my heart smiles.
You seriously need to post a Kleenex warning on blogs that are bound to make me cry! ;-)
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