It’s been nearly 50 years since I last saw my grandmother on this 🌍 earth.
I still remember the feeling of being at her home, we’d sleep over every single weekend. 💕
Those weekend getaways were good for us and SO good for our parents who, (barely more than teenagers at the time), were still learning how to juggle daily life with twin babies.
My grandparents house was far from fancy, it was cluttered and in need of many repairs -all the things from the 🌧️ leaky roof to the faulty furnace, to the falling fence, and the rarely hot …hot water heater.
But there was so much good at Grandma’s house.
My grandparents couldn’t afford to make all the obvious repairs that 🏠 house needed, but Grandma knew how to make all the really valuable repairs… the ones on the inside.
The repairs needed on the inside of the people she so dearly loved.
She taught me to braid hair using the fringe on her living room rug.
She made all the time for my sister and me…and she had all the patience.
We stayed up late (sitting together on the plastic covered parlor furniture) and watched the Carol Burnett show on the console tv 📺 with no remote …but complete with crumpling tinfoil antennas.
We had all the generic orange 🍊 soda and Wise 🦉 sour cream & onion potato chips that we wanted. She even got us both our own bag and 2 liter bottle so we wouldn’t fight over them. 🙃
We fished in her lake with my grandfather and then we helped Grandma cook those boney 🐟 fish in a cast iron frying pan (and that was dinner served on tv trays so we could watch tv some more).
We took 🛁 deep, filled to the top baths with Avon bubbles (we’d dump the whole bottle in because we could).
When the water got cold from the being in there so long, she’d heat up more hot water on the stove and dump it in the tub.
My grandfather slept in the spare room and Grandma let my sister and me sleep with her in the (little more than) twin-sized bed.
We’d wake up early and rummage through her jewelry box on the dresser, sorting all the dusty green stamps marked with S&H. We thought that meant she was rich.
And she was.
We were too, whenever we were all together.
☀️ Mornings were always slow and easy.
The sun coming up over the lily pad congested lake, turned into another day of 🕰️ clock- stopping at Grandma’s house.
Suddenly, time flew by it was and Sunday afternoon, our parents arrived for dinner (served at the table) and to take us back to our 2nd home. 🫶
The dishes sat in that chipped, stained, over-sized porcelain sink until “her family” went home on Sunday night.
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