When we were in England for my Grandma's 90th birthday, I heard a touching story about my Grandpa that I had never heard before. He and my Grandma met in Egypt during the Second World War while he was in the military service and she was with the Red Cross. They courted in Jerusalem, and then were married in the UK.
In just under a year they had their first child. To buy a stroller (a "buggy" in English vernacular), my Grandpa sold his bicycle. I don't often think about those sort of trade-offs. What a loving sacrifice!
Bicycle for a stroller
Jan 4, 2009
by Graham // 0 comments // tagged with: grandparents, wisdom
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