My family is over at my Lake House now. We were just talking about some memories. Well they were and I was listening. I want to connect to the past and to the people who have made me, me. I never met my Grandpa Palmer so I was always interested in him.
They spoke about him. I learned a lot. He was certainly loved, and apparently very loving in return. Apparently the City of Stamford Police Officers volunteered their time to watch the family house during his funeral.
I also found out that my grandpa and grandma's first date was ice-skating. Thought it was interesting since I've only gone ice-skating on a cruise ship in the Bahamas.
Anyway I was reminded of my grandma Palmer's funeral in 1998, when I was nine and a half. She was a huge Yankees fan so I remember placing some baseball cards in her casket. I put a Derek Jeter rookie card in there. I knew it would be worth a lot too. It was a sacrifice I wanted to make in all honesty. It meant a lot to me to put that in. I found out I have a duplicate of the card in recent years. I also remember choosing to put in a Charlie Hayes baseball card because he was the person who caught the last out of the 1996 World Series. I know I put another card in, but I completely forget who it was. I'm pretty sure it had to have been a good player. My grandma meant too much to me to be buried with anything other than greatness.
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