Summer vacation was special for us as kids.
Ten days with maternal grandparents. They lived in a city. Exhibition, movies and shopping occupied us.
Ten days were spent with paternal grandparents. They lived in a small rural town. Hunting, fishing and picnicking were the draw.
My kids usually spent part of their summer holidays with my parents.
My paternal grandparents lived within a mission hospital compound. Its center was a church. I loved its quaint quietness and mystical sanctity.
I took my kids there for a visit. I showed them my roots and theirs.
The following year my dad died.
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