kids remember the oddest details from their childhood. sometimes its not the big vacations or the best christmas present, but their favorite sandwich and that pair of pants they refused to take off except for when sleeping. i will always remember my grandpa's house. it was the setting for our entire relationship. somehow the memories of him outside of that house all fade into one, but the ones at his house each have a distinct flavor and color.
it was grandpa's house that i discovered the smell of saw dust in his workshop
it was grandpa's house that i learned carpet can go on walls
it was grandpa's house that made you want a garage full of wooden toys
it was grandpa's house that made me think i had a secret garden of flowers, peaches and squash
it was grandpa's house that always had treats in jars on counters
it was grandpa's house where the family got together
it was grandpa's house where i learned about prison camp and visualized the taste of mangoes
it was grandpa's house where i learned to hula hoop
it was grandpa's house where he teased me about not being able to keep my two feet still
it was grandpa's house that i would call each week so we could chat
it was grandpa's house where we met george
it was grandpa's house where my mother became an angel
it was grandpa's house that he stayed in till the end
it was grandpa's house where we had our last goodbye
it was grandpa's house where the world lost one good man, but inspired many more
some relationships only seem to take place in one setting, making that place a part of them to you. a house is a home and contains a history of a life. grandpa's house will always be special because it embodied everything that we love about grandpa.
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