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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