Hard rolls, butter and hot chocolate.

As the New year approaches, and after numerous visits to the hospital the past 6 months, I start to recall all the great times I had in my younger days.

One of my favorite memories, occurred when my family lived in Washington D.C. in Brentwood Village.
My grandparents lived on Kilbourne St, near Adams Morgan.
Every Saturday, my grandmother would go to Hellers Bakery, buy some hard rolls,and some cinnamon twist donuts , hop the bus and pay us a visit.

Although the donuts were good, what I loved the most was a hard roll, slathered with butter, and a mug of hot chocolate to dunk in-it was Heaven on Earth.
Sometimes my Aunt Carmen would stop by.
She would go to Mancusos, a nearby Italian Store and pick up some salami, provolone, capicola, tomatoes and a loaf of bread- a most excellent Saturday afternoon lunch.
Later the kids would go out to play and the adults
would spend the afternoon talking about the old days in Atlantic City and other subjects.

Those were the days of an era long gone but never forgottened.
It is good to have memories, for as long as we have memories our past can be relived, and it great to have family to remind you of the some of the good times that we may have forgotten.