grandpa, raisin toast and kermit the frog

Mum's family, soon after moving to Australia. Grandpa is located second from the right. 

My love for raisin toast is probably a stolen habit taken from my Grandpa.

I didn't remember until she mentioned it, but after seeing me consume about five slices of raisin toast in one sitting, Mum commented how I was like Grandpa, because he really liked raisin toast too.

(Flashback to back in the day, with us at his and Grandma's old place and him eating raisin toast with margarine and five-year-old-me wondering why the bread had weird specks in it)

My grandpa always reminded me of Kermit the Frog for some odd reason. He used to be an electrician, and now he just gardens. He has this cheery atmosphere around him and a kindness like no other. He's always friendly and gentle, even when he scolds us.

Much of the stories I hear about my grandpa come from my mum. I'm not that great in speaking in his language, and there is some regret and guilt that lingers because A. I hated learning the language and the culture is sometimes unappealing to me and B. I was just born not able to speak it.

But there's no denying that when Grandpa's around, the world just seems so much more peaceful and vibrant. Though I don't really know him that well, I love him to bits.


Over and out
xx Cece



[I do not own the image of or hold any right over Kermit the Frog, all rights go to The Walt Disney Company]