In a conversation with Dad last week, he said his neighbor had brought him some cookies that he didn't "need". I got them on Monday and brought them home not really looking at them. I opened them on Tuesday to have one. I was so shocked, and had to sit down to eat a couple. They were the same sugar cookies as the cookies I remember Grandma Vera making, minus the sprinkles on top. I don't think I've had those cookies in quite some time. The memories that came back to me of eating them were at the house on Willow. Mark said he remembered his Grandma making sugar cookies that tasted like these too. I have one left...I'm going to go enjoy that now.