Grandparents House

This past 4th of July, as usual, my family (and often a handful of friends) head up to my Aunt and Uncle's to celebrate. It maybe the best holiday of the year with fireworks, good food, four wheelers, homemade ice-cream, usually some softball, and a bunch of lounging around. 

My grandparent's old house sits on my Aunt and Uncle's property and has been sitting empty for a few years now. This year I went in to revisit some wonderful childhood memories. The stepping stones in the front yard, the little porch, all brought back the thought of Sunday afternoons running in to change out of my church clothes and finally put on jeans, to sit at the large dining room table for lunch with home-made rolls and fried chicken. The corner beside the wood burning stove where I would curl up with piles of books and spend hours reading. The chair my Grandma would sit in and knit, a pug by her side. The kitchen with the birdcage and the plastic tub of old die-cast cars we would play with after helping with dishes. The upstairs with the steep steps where we would sometimes spend the night alongside dolls in little doll beds.  

It's bittersweet to revisit but I was glad to have the opportunity to explore the old house again and take a stroll down memory lane.

My nephew Titus ringing the doorbell.

My Dad inspects a cedar chest in my Grandparent's old bedroom.

This part of the upstairs seemed untouched, the bed still made.

A cage for their cockatiel, Tweety Bird.

Vines are sneaking their way in the window.