tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842701484052440893.post5888981040460273159..comments2023-08-03T09:15:57.660-04:00Comments on Cranelegs Pond: ahhh ... that first cupRobert Cranehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689245967310324916noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842701484052440893.post-20479866525697322922010-10-19T13:06:45.358-04:002010-10-19T13:06:45.358-04:00I didn't drink coffee until my first year of c...I didn't drink coffee until my first year of college (late bloomer I guess).<br /><br />Anyway, my best childhood coffee memory was my Dad letting me stir his coffee around and around until it had a kinda deep well in the center and then pouring the cream into the middle and watching as it flayed out to look like a star. I thought that was the coolest thing ever.<br /><br />When I did it for the nieces and nephews when they were little, they just looked at me as if I were from another planet.<br /><br />P.S. I called my Grandfather Pop-Pop too (Grandma was Nanny). They were both from Delaware.itsmecissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03316752712956633027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842701484052440893.post-25296654960790362802010-10-17T12:37:09.168-04:002010-10-17T12:37:09.168-04:00Early morning coffee always conjures up happy memo...Early morning coffee always conjures up happy memories of childhood.Pamhttp://pam-horsepucky.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com