We used to visit my grandparents every summer for about 3 weeks. (Dad would drop Mom and my little brother and me off and head back to work.) Well my mom's brother and one of her sister's lived in the area. Grandpa was a hard guy, a tough old immigrant who would make my brother and I slave doing chores to give us a nickel or two. But he was always good for ice cream.

Aunt Marge (on the other hand) liked to take us out shopping. She took us to K-Mart or another discounter, She would buy us something when we went. I remember her buying my brother and I Zartan with his skier. And we didn't have to share, she got us each one!

When we got them open she sat with us and put them in the sun to change their colors and then she even popped them in the freezer for 5 minutes to see how that did with the color.

Good times with Aunt Marge.