Inside the house all I can remember is that it seemed small. It had a hardwood floor, throw rugs, and dark wood furniture. Grandpa had one of those tapestries of dogs playing poker hanging on the wall above the davenport in the living room. The bulldog was cheating. Grandma would always make cookies when we came over; fresh warm chocolate chip cookies, served with whole milk. My uncle who was just a few years older than I was would often give me one of his old books. The Enormous Egg was a good one, and Jason and the Golden Fleece ...I liked that one too, and by the way, I’ve never trusted bulldogs.
I have so enjoyed your recollections of visiting your grandparents. I was cheated in this department. I never knew either of my grandfathers. One died before I was born, and the other when I was just a tiny baby. My maternal grandmother died when I was six, so I have few memories of her. But I do have fond memories of my paternal grandmother. For most of my childhood she lived in a second story apartment, within walking distance of our home. She shared a bath with the lady across the hall, and when I spent the night I was not allowed to go out of the apartment to use the bathroom after lights out. If duty called I had to use the "honey pot" in the closet. Did I say "fond" memories!?
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As soon as I got to the "warm chocolate chip cookie" part of this post, you lost me. All I can think of is warm ccc. Time to heat up the oven.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alana, and I know how you feel. They all were gone much too soon.
ReplyDeletePam: Mmmm mmmmm I'll get the milk