In our front yard we had a magic tree. This tree was indiscernible as a tree. It was covered with grape vines to the extent that to us kids it did not look like any tree we had ever seen. In the fall we would have wonderful concord grapes that mom would make into juice. But the most amazing thing about that grape vine was that occasonally it would drop a beautiful golden pair on the lawn. For breakfast we often had oatmeal. At the suggestion of mom, we would run out side in the morning to look to see if the magic tree had given us a sweet delicious pair that we could cut up and put in our oatmeal. The fun thing was that we really believed that it was magic.