My memories of the Gramm Family reflect a very strong family value and a much simpler time. Nothing compared to this difficult time in all our lives dealing with Covid 19. It is fun to recollect a few simple memories that are dear to me. Considering I can't remember where I just put my coffee cup? I remember the apartment the Gramms and Perrys shared on Garfield Blvd in the early 1950's. I spent the night there and was so fascinated that a milk man came to their apartment to deliver milk in a glass bottle. The cream on top was for grandpa Andy's coffee and cereal only. They moved into their home on Whipple a few years later. I remember family get togethers were so much fun being with the cousins, at that time it was only my brother Den and I, as well as Pat and Kathy Kenny and Gary and Judy Gramm. Entertainment was simple but memorable. Uncle Perry had a portable bar in a little room off the living room. Behind that bar were beautiful glass cocktail stirrers. We would play with them for hours. It was the beginning of our amateur hour. After dinner the grandkids put on a talent show. The only I remember was my brother's Jimmy Crack Corn. Then we watched picture slides. All get togethers included cream soda and a tray of cheeses passed around. We had barely completed a fabulous dinner but couldn't pass up the snackies, and the picture slides, we all loved that. It was tradition after all. Next move was to Country Club Hills. Wow big house and the families were growing in leaps and bounds. Lucky for the younger cousins they were spared amateur hour. But still has the cream soda, cheese and crackers, of course Grandpa's favorite Limburger. YUCK! Grandpa Andy had a passion for horses. Race horses to be exact. Wednesday was his day at the track. His birthday and Christmas gifts were always a supply of $2.00 bills. My dad, Den and I went a couple times a year with Grandpa . Den and I would hear the mins to post time and run down all the stairs to the fence and when the race was over we would collect all the spent tickets on the stairs going back up. Grandpa Andy was hospitalized at some point and one of his nurses was familiar to him from the track. Grandpa gave the nurse a fresh $2.00 bill and asked him to play her horse of choice because he said he wouldn't be leaving the hospital. He was right, he passed that night.