Grandma's House

September 16, 2006

Today I opened the windows in the house, which I don’t do at all because I have such sever allergies.
Then the memories started flooding back, childhood memories of grandma rea’s house. When I was young during spring, summer, and fall she always had the windows open because she had no A/C. Almost always she had fans going in the windows too, which is a sound that almost always brings my thoughts back to home wherever I am.
Hearing the insects’ sounds, cool breeze gently blowing through the house. For a moment today I imagined myself back in grandma house as a child again. What a wonderful feeling to be a child again, no worries, no jobs, nothing but time to play and imagine. The gentle sounds of wind chimes, which my grandma collects. I can remember my favorite spot in her house, to lay under the big brown refrigerator. Even during the summer I would curl up in front of it and let the hot air warm me. Whenever we watched TV that was my spot. My cup was the little yellow Tupperware cup as a child. We often played with blocks, Lincoln logs, and playing cards. I remember playing Go Fish, then when we got older Rummy, and solitaire. Then in college we played peanuts. When I married Dan, he introduced Oh, Shit, which is what we play now.
I miss grandmas house.