Tomatoes and Squirrels- Memories of the Greatest Generation

I keep thinking of my neighbors Joe and Peg. They were the closest I have ever come to having grandparents that I genuinely remember. There are only fleeting memories of my biological grandparents lodged in the back of my mind. In truth, I remember their deaths more than their lives. I was 5. They passed 5 months apart.

But these neighbors. They lived diagonally behind me from the time I was 5 until I was well into my 20s. They were my real grandparents in terms of bond rather than blood. Many afternoons were spent at their…