When I was a kid every store had a small metal machine that they would use to run credit cards. The cashier place the credit card on the metal surface, then overlay it with a piece of carbon paper. Then the cashier would slide the top metal piece across the paper to imprint the card number. Grandpa worked at Wells Fargo for as long as I could remember, and he gave me one of those credit card machines when I was younger. I wish I still had it.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Grandpa's hear attack
Grandma and Grandpa had a den with a TV and a half bathroom. This is where we spent a lot of time while the adults visited. It seems like I was 10-12 years old when Grandpa had his heart attack. Someone removed the sofa and put a bed in the den so he could recover since they lived in a two-story condo and the bedrooms were upstairs. It seems like he stayed there for quite a while until he was healthy enough to move around again.