Tomato soup

I heard the tomato soup story many times from my dad, Grandma Dora, and Great Aunt Agnes.  One year, probably in the 1930’s when dad was five or six years old, his mother asked him if he would like to help pick out a Christmas present for Aunt Agnes.  Dad thought a few minutes and said,  “I know exactly what she wants----Campbell’s tomato soup----it’s her favorite!”  Grandma Dora chuckled (she had the sweetest smile and twinkly eyes) and said, “Stan, that’s an excellent idea, let’s go to the store.”  They bought several cans, sent them off lovingly wrapped to Aunt Agnes who lived in the San Francisco Bay area.  When Aunt Agnes opened the gift from her beloved nephew, she smiled and said, “This is the best gift ever!”