Grandma & Grandpa in a typical setting in the old Otter Road farmhouse many years ago.  It's a familiar scene of my Mom reading a letter or a German paper while my father leans forward, sometimes cupping his ear with his hand, as he listens.  I detect a smile on Mother's face and I suspect it is a letter from one of her children.  She will finish reading and then they will discuss it.  Dad may have missed a few points, but Mom will go back to it.  Dad will clear his throat, not out of necessity, but perhaps to mask the quiver in his voice as he comments, as if giving a benediction,  "Daut es sia gout."  That is very good.

Dad