Ah. September Morn"-  as" Arfy Garfy" used to say on the radio at the beginning of every September in Hap"s childhood. Sadly, we lost Hap August 18th , this year, but he will remain  a treasure in our memories.
Hap was my brother: my father's second son. He has so many colorful stories of his life adventures that they would be impossible to recount now, Perhaps a few will trickle out, one by one, later when the grief is not so sharp.  Arfy Garfy was Hap's name, then, for Arthur Godfrey who was a popular radio personality of the era. Of course we continued to call him that like I  still love to use Grace's ( my youngest child), "gocy tore and Chimsy tee" for grocery store and Christmas tree although she can join AARP now.

Our sister , Kerry, took me to Goshen today... seems we went there alot when we were kids. We ate lunch at the venerable old corner candy kitchen where dad took us sometimes. It resembles the corner candy kitchen that we loved in Warsaw . It was also run by a nice Greek family who really knew how to make stuff.  I had an olive nut sandwich. I would certainly do that again! Yum!