My grandmother died in 1969, but her birthday is coming up, and that always causes me to reminisce.

The long walks we used to take to the shops in High Street, the money she gave me for meaningless jobs like pulling weeds or hosing down the footpath – you were allowed to in those days.
Those gems were all good, but the one I remember most, the jewel in the crown of grandmotherly advice, occurred when I was only about 13.
We were sitting in a park having just finished collecting some 40 soft drink bottles for the deposit money, on a beautiful spring day.
She told me that one day, I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family.
"And always remember this thing," she said. "Be sure you marry a woman with small hands."
"How come, Grandma?" I asked her.
She answered in her soft grandmotherly voice. "Makes your dick look bigger."

Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?

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