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My fireplace and Christmas Tree |
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I live in a house that is nearly 100 years old. I remember this house
even before I ever owned it. This is the house that belonged to my
grandparents. When I was a child I used to stand in Grandma's kitchen
with the pleasant smells of passed cooked dishes and the cleaning
solution she used on the Linoleum floor. I remember watching her at the
kitchen sink with its bright window right in front of her and I thought
the best thing in the world was to wash dishes while looking out across
your back yard. I wished that one day I'd have a kitchen sink with a
window situated right in front of it. And now I have my Grandmother's
kitchen.
I remember looking at my grandparent's fireplace and
hoping to grow up and have a house with a fireplace. Now I have my
grandparent's fireplace. Mine is a small humble house but to me it is so
beautiful. I feel blessed to call this place my very own home.
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Holiday get-together |
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put up the Christmas tree this year and remembered as a child how we
would get dressed up so that we could spend Thanksgiving or Christmas at
Grandma and Granddaddy's house. We'd bring our toys (and lose some over
here). All of my cousins and uncles would party until the wee hours and
this was our tradition. Funky Good Time by James Brown always ended up
on the record player right along with Parliament Funkadelic and the kids
would form a 'Soul Train Line'.
Now as time has moved on this
house is quiet. With the passing of my Grandparents we no longer gather
here to celebrate. 2014 has marked the passing of many family members;
Uncle Greg, Uncle RJ, Uncle Joe, Aunt Ann my cousin Kenny--and then
there is the loss of friends and I reflect on this year and pray that
the next keeps us and our loved ones safe.
Memories shouldn't
make you sad--and in this case it doesn't. I like reliving my childhood
memories and walking from room to room reflecting on a past that is now a
part of my present and maybe even my own grandchildren's future.
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My grandmother dancing |
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Grandma and Uncle Greg |
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