dream and think about it often, mostly about the kitchen, but sometimes about the giant living room where we spent many Christmas Eves opening presents. I know grandma and grandpa were very
proud of their house. They took very good care of the lawn and the shrubs. Every summer, we would come over and trim
everything, especially the forsythia that grew
along the drive way. When it bloomed, it was a big yellow wall of flowers, but it started to cover the driveway. So, we had to keep it trimmed. My dad had the trimmer and I would use the wheel barrow to dump the cuttings into the woods.
In the backyard,
grandma had her rock garden. I loved her rock
garden. There were poppies and
roses, I think, and blue bells along the path to the woods. She also had those "dainty" yellow daisies that she got from Peter, I think. They grew all over the place. On the hill that separated her house from the house next door, there were
sometimes wild strawberries that we could pick and eat.
Near the driveway, there was a small circle of
rocks with a little flower bed inside. That is where she grew these little plants that I think are called hens and chickens or something. We would visit them some times because I liked them.
The biggest treat was taking the walk in the woods on the path behind her house. I have many
fond memories of those walks and pressing the leaves we found into wax paper and ironing them. It was always fun to visit grandma and grandpa.
Grandma was close with her younger sisters Emma and Kathryn. Grandma lived close to Kathryn and spent a lot of time with her, but Aunt Emma lived pretty far away. Her visits were always special. We would get together and grandma's house and eat tons of food and catch up and laugh. They would always tease each other and stuff. I twas cute.
From what I heard Aunt Emma was a spunky lady who was full of energy. Actually all the sisters are! Above is a photo of a young grandma with Aunt Emma.
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