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Originally Posted by Ian
dripping on toast
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that brings back memories, Mum used to have a tin with dripping near the stove, I seem to remember all the juices from the cooked meat went in there; we too had it spread on toast, sometimes we fried bread in the frypan with dripping.
I had little to do with my grandfather, for some reason he kept away from our family and favoured my uncles family, I suspect due to a long running dispute with my mother, the reasons for which I never knew. I saw him only a handful of times during my childhood and teens.
He was apparently a character, rumour has it that he had 2 families in seperate parts of the north east of the state.
One day when I was in my early twenties I spotted an old man over the fence next door, he was gardening and often spoke to my partner. I went binside and said to her indoors, I believe that is my grandfather, and it was.
Small world when after all those years your grandfather ends up next door in a small cottage and you don't even know it.
I didn't bother to ask why he hadn't been the grandfather that most people experience, the past is gone, we continued to exchange polite chat over the fence until I moved away.