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It was up to her to save the day.

His stomach, his voice and even his feet were uncooperative.

The get-togethers were always entertaining, but this particular weekend was the best.

Their second try did not have the desired results.

The combination was essential for their Sunday visitors.

When she opened that envelope, her heart leaped out of her chest.

Sometimes, evasive action was required.

It was a time-honored parlor game tradition.

Some days she couldn't have both.

A trip for lumber had an unexpected reward.

"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." -- Edith Sitwell

It was the next best thing to having one.

A new toy sensation added to the family fun.

Once they broke the ice, the fun could begin.

Summer or winter, her grandpa thought of every detail.

Hands down, they were the favorite guests.

Love conquers all in the Hollywood classic Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.

The cars began to arrive at 1 p.m. every Sunday like clockwork.

The Friday-night tradition offered her a privileged position.

This delivery was better than any valentine.

It looked easy enough.

Peanut butter sandwiches never tasted so good.

She imagined the worst.

They told sweet stories as they worked.

Would all his weeks of planning pay off?

They were really trying to obey the rules, honest!