I saw this photo on Facebook the other day and that woman reminded me so much of my grandmother that I immediately decided I would use it for a Three On Thursday post. Here are three things I remember about my grandmother’s house:
- Going swimming. My grandparents lived a block from the beach and when I visited them in the summer we would walk to the beach after lunch (after we waited the required 30 minutes, of course, hahaha) to go swimming. I remember catching tadpoles in milk bottles. I remember listening to my grandmother chat with her friends while they watched us swim. I remember hanging out with my cousins from Maryland and Virginia when they would come for vacation every August.
- Sitting around her kitchen table on Sunday nights. My parents split up when I was 2 and my brother and I spent Sundays with our dad. My favorite Sundays were the ones where we visited my grandparents. We would go for Sunday dinner (always a roast of some sort) and then spend the afternoon playing games, going for a walk, visiting the next door neighbor’s farm animals and more. Before we left my grandmother would put out a light Sunday supper. It was often left overs from dinner or sandwich makings and it was always delicious and fun. I can remember feeling like all was right in the world when I sat in that cozy kitchen with my family.
- Sleeping on a cot in my grandparent’s bedroom. They had twin beds (I know, right?) and would set up a cot for me in their room when we stayed over. I loved being in there and seeing my grandmother’s things on the top of her bureau. I loved waking up in the morning and seeing my grandmother putting on her robe and slippers as she headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I remember they had a cat that liked to sleep at the foot of my bed but she would pounce on me if I so much as moved a toe and her claws were sharp!
There are lots of other things I remember like blueberry picking (and my grandmother’s amazing blueberry cake), watching fireflies in the backyard, running for the ice cream truck, block parties and Labor Day parades, Christmas Eve smorgasbords, learning to braid cardamom bread, and more. But the thing I remember most is that I always felt loved there. I always felt safe there. And it was one of my favorite places to be.
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