"It's a broa' bricht moonlicht nicht tonicht!"

Hubby recounts various wonderful stories and family sayings from his youth, of weekends spent with siblings and cousins at Gran and Pop's. They still live in The Big Smoke, in the same house that Hubby remembers from his childhood when Gran used to take all the grandkids into town on the bus and go to the movies; and Hubby's teenage years, spent with Pop in his garage, helping Hubby fixing his British Racing Green Morris 1000 (The Morrie aka Army Tank) again, even finding an old crank handle from his hoard and giving it to Hubby for much-needed-emergencies.
Pop recently turned ninety, but both he and Gran are still spritely and full of life and they always have time to spend with The Gang, passing by for a cuppa.

Pop talks football and The War with Hubby and D17; while Gran and R14 and I sip tea and Gran reminisces about when R14 was three and promised Gran that when she is grown up, she'll build a Princess Castle and she'll invite Gran for tea parties there. J11 plays tunes for us on Pop's keyboard while S9 and M5 read various books and clean out Gran's chocolate bikkie stash. I ask Gran questions about her youth and fashions and family, and think to myself about their lives and love shared together over many years, leaving an imprint on our hearts and lives.