Grampa loved people.  Whether he was at the grocery store buying milk (non-fat milk powder) or strolling to the mail box with a letter or attending his own retirement party, he was always delighted to engage others and listen to their stories.

I remember once on our way home from Lucky Supermarket (ice cream was on sale), Grampa mentioned that the check-out girl had been unusually curt.  He thought this was rather out of character for her and hoped that everything was okay. Most people, in my experience, would have complained about having been treated so rudely.  Grampa was genuinely concerned for the young lady’s welfare. He once told me that you can’t judge others until you’ve walked in their shoes (a proverb I’ve heard many times since then).