I remember every Sunday we would go to the treat store after mass when I would visit my grandpa. During church he would always bug me as a joke and afterwards we would all race to the car to go to the “treat store” with granpa and listen to him sing in the car. When we got home he would always call us names such as old turkey or old hen and it would become a game. If he lost he would always pull my legs. I love my grandpa and my memories of him will stay.