Flavor #24 "Box of Chocolates"

Trips to Geneva, Idaho were the bomb! Shooting squirrels, fishing, snowmobiling, horseback riding, hiking up Pig Snoot, cutthroat card playing. Something for everybody, and new adventures every time. But the real thrill was that store. Grandpa Sleight's store. The front of the house was the country store for that little community. And it was the Post Office as well. Grandma Jennie was the Postmaster. So open the door, see all the people....  It was fully stocked with snacks, penny candy, warmed cashews, and a commercial freezer full of you-know-what. So every night after dinner... Woo hoo! All the ice cream you could eat.

Giddiup in Geneva

At least that was true on birthdays, all the treats you could eat. You went up there with Dad for your eighth birthday and you were given the key to all the sugary decadence you had ever dreamed of. Only caveat was you had to finish one treat before being able to choose the next. So there were some automatic tummy limitations. But it was a priceless tradition....

When they retired, Grandma & Grandpa turned the store into a family pool hall/card den and let the good times roll. Until they sold the place.

In later years there would be no Idaho getaways for us anymore, but instead trips to St. George, Utah where they had joined all the other retired snowbirders, eventually permanently. It couldn't hold a candle to Geneva!

The Greatest generations

But wherever Grandpa and Grandma went, there went the card games. So it worked out.

Heck, even when they weren't around, the legacy lived on!

"Hey, it's in our blood!"

And then there were those little compensations we could mention....  Bonus, stopping in Vegas en route. 

 

"Just think, some day we will all live here."