|My grandmother Marie in her Easter Sunday finest - the broad front porch -- with the all-important porch glider -- behind.|
Friday, February 7, 2014
Last year, my cousin Tim sent me a wonderful gift -- a CD of old family photos that he had scanned. It was an absolutely delightful and thoughtful thing to do. Looking through the photos brought back a flood of childhood memories.
At the time, I wanted to thank him for his thoughtfulness. I started a thank-you email that soon became a bit of a memoir of my childhood, recalling my Grandparent's home and some wonderful times. Sadly, the house that was the centerpiece of all these wonderful memories is now in a deplorable state of disrepair. Sold by my Grandmother in the early '70s after my Grandfather's death, the current owners either wouldn't or couldn't make the investment of keeping it up. But when I was a child, it was a seemingly enormous, pristinely well-kept, whitewashed brick family home suited for a very large family -- exactly what my grandparents needed for their six children and their children's rather large extended family. Thank you again Tim!