Dinner in Delaware!

Hi Family,

Tonight, I'd like to dedicate this blog to our grandchildren or as Grandpa calls them, the little punks.  First of all, I want to introduce Clifford to you.  Sarah and Andrew, I would imagine that you still remember the stories of Clifford the Big Red Dog.  Well, our motor home sometimes reminds me of Clifford trying to hide behind a tree, and our friends Pete and Linda wanted us to name our rig so we call it Clifford.  Kind of silly I know, but what can I say.  Anyway, when I talk about Clifford you'll know  what I mean.

Horseless carriage following Pete and Linda.

Amish man on his little scooter-bike.

Yesterday, Grandpa and I drove into Pennsylvania and into what is called the Pennsylvania Dutch country.  There is a group of people here called the Amish.  They don't believe in using many of our modern day conveniences and do without many of the things you and I take for granted.  They still use horse and buggies and make most of the things they need in their households.  Grandpa and I saw a horse and buggie, but I wasn't fast enough with the camera and I didn't get a picture.  Later though, we saw an Amish man riding down the road on a little bicycle-scooter thing, and I did get a picture of that.  After lunch by the Susquehanna River, we were leaving a little park, and a 1920's car pulled in front of us  right behind Pete and Linda.

Grandpa makes it to Delaware!

Last night, Grandpa really wanted to drive into Delaware for dinner.  It's such a small state, but he wanted to go there so we did and that's another state we have officially visited.

Well, that's enough for tonight.  I miss you all so much.  Please don't grow up too fast.  Tomorrow I'll tell you about Philadelphia and Valley Forge.

Much Love,       Grandma

P.S.  Tori, I know you're kind of old for this message but you know we love you too.