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When I would visit my Grandparent's in West Virginia I remember my Grandpa always having a big ring of keys. As a Christmas gift one year my Mom framed some of them for me. Now they hang on my wall and I think of the many doors my Grandpa opened with them. Also, I fondly remember the sound they made as he walked. The little things in life are sometimes the best things.