He wore a coat of many pockets in which were hidden numerous treats and treasures for us children when he came to visit. he would produce chocolates and sweets out of those endless hiding places Laugh at us while we gobbled them down. he'd laugh and laugh. it wasn't until I found his diary years after his death that I found out...he was laughing because he'd floated all the candy in his Et before coming over.
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