My Grandfather brought the family together!

I hadn't realized this before my Grandfather's funeral, but I don't remember the last time my whole family was together. Heck, I don't think that there was a last time that all my cousins and uncles were together! So there we were all eating dinner at our family's first reunion so to speak. With all of us together in honor of Poppop, the first thing to do was to tell stories, of course!

I was thinking that I had the best story lined up. We had gone to visit my Grandpa in Saint Martin and at dinner, he ordered the thing that somehow looked (or maybe sounded - you know french) good to him - pizza with oefs. If you speak French, you may have just cringed because oefs are eggs, but he ordered away, and not only did a pizza covered in eggs come to our table, but the eggs were raw! Thankfully, I ordered a pizza with black olives and shared a slice after many laughs.

Although funny, my story didn't win the prize in my book. My aunt Jane told a pretty funny one about Poppop watching her try to ice skate and telling her that she was as graceful as a swan even though she couldn't get off the ground, and my uncle Doug told a good one about when poppop came to recess because he heard that the kids were mean to Doug and he gave him a bag of jelly beans to share. Doug was the coolest kid at school for a day. The prize winner though was, of course, my Grandma's story about their honeymoon. My Grandmother hates the cold. She hates snow. She hates skiing. So, of course, they went skiing for the honeymoon at one of the coldest resorts in Canada. She ended up taking lessons with a French-only speaking instructor while poppop skied, and by the end of the trip, ended up entering a race, getting third and breaking a rib! Sounds romantic - right?