Every morning we were up there, Stanbury would drive up in his old blue Chevrolet truck that looked like it was going to fall apart at any moment. When he arrived, I can hear it now, "Morn'n Bill. Della (Stanbury's wife) sent ya sumpthin." And, with that he would hand Daddy a brown paper bag. That "sumpthin" might have been a mess of fresh squash from her garden, a jar of her apple butter, or a warm Rhubarb pie, you never knew.
Dad being Dad, he wanted to do something in return. When he learned Della had some health issues, he told her he could save her some money on her medicine. So he got her to start sending him all her prescriptions from her doctors. And, every time we came up, Dad always had a bag of medicine for her. He never billed her. Needless to say, she thought the world of him, so the sumpthin's for him got more special, although I never developed a love of Rhubarb pie.