Grandma and Grandpa McBride

After smelling the scent of freshly baked doughnuts wafting from Dunford Doughnuts this week, Mom and I began remembering the smell of the Clover Club potato chip factory by Grandma and Grandpa McBride's house in Kaysville.  The memory of this scent has sent me reminiscing about visits to their house.  A classic visit to Grandma and Grandpa McBride included the following:

• lemon cake
• Grandpa getting "mad enough to eat ice cream" and letting us all enjoy!
• A trip to his workshop in the basement to make something cool.
• Climbing the tree by the garden while smelling the mentioned factory.
• Looking at Grandma's artwork and works in progress.
• Listening to Grandpa's stories about amazing feats in the army, in baking, and in crazy life in general.  Usually, he gave all the credit to the Lord for his inspiration.
• A trip to the grocery store in which Grandpa would tell a random lady not to buy ice cream or else it will make her fat, or asking a clerk for his "other $20", or teasing someone!
• Eating Quaker Oatmeal Squares or over easy eggs for breakfast and each of us kids staring at each other wondering who would actually eat the goo and who would come up with a good enough excuse to get out of the eggs!
• Listening to Grandma's stories about her childhood, college, or her big brother.

I loved the little playhouse in the backyard.  I loved that there were miniature roses, including the beautiful "Heidi Rose".  I loved that the tree was just the right size for climbing in.  Sometimes I would climb it and read my scriptures there in the morning.  I loved Grandpa's mischievous smiles and twinkly eyes when he told stories, cracked a joke, or said something like, "I feel a whole lot better than when I was feeling a whole lot worse."  Life was a little slower at their house than we were used to at home, but it was always a good time and we felt loved.