At the Center of Our Worlds


Other things may change us, but we begin and end with family.” ~ Anthony Brandt 

Holidays and the steamy, humid days of summer they are the most memorable and fulfilling times of my childhood days. Looking back on the almost 650 blog writings that have been posted on All Things Fulfilling, I find that nostalgic thoughts have crept into my blog writing during those times of year. 

My summer memories would not be complete without the thoughts of my Grandparents, living in the “ summer sauna,” created by nature, of Baltimore City. My parents, my sister, brothers and I lived in the somewhat cooler suburbs, and when things began to heat up too much, my Grandparents would take a “drive to the country” and come to our house, as a reprieve from the summer heat. 

Summer just wasn’t summer without:

  • Watching my Grandfather record the score of the Orioles baseball games on the blank edges of the morning’s Baltimore Sun newspaper.  He wanted to make sure there were no errors made on the scoreboard at Memorial Stadium or at any other ballpark in the country!
  •  Rocking  in the chairs on my Grandparents front porch. My Grandmother gave all the passers-by a loud  “Hi, Hon” greeting. 
  • Walking through my Grandmothers impressive, citified gardens as she recited the names of the flowers in bloom, one by one.                 
  • Rushing to the crystal candy dish sitting on my Grandmother’s dining room buffet. We knew it had just been filled, in anticipation of our coming. We found hard candies, spearmint leaf “jellies” and nonpareils, too.
  • Peach-cake that my Grandmother had baked. Like no other!
  • Seeing our Grandfather walk out the door with his bow-tie neatly placed under his chin, dress hat atop his bald head and wearing  his fine leather dress shoes that just been polished, buffed and shined in preparation for a new day. He was dressed like that everyday to build custom homes. And we never even blinked!
  • Hearing our Grandmother announce invariably “Hon, I am going to go upstairs and throw myself across the bed” as the stifling afternoon heat and humidity made her succumb to her  “sinking spells.”
  • Seeing the sweat drip, drip, drip from the kitchen tap on the white kitchen drainboard sink. 

My brothers and sister and I find it hard to believe how many years our Grandparents have been gone from our lives. They were so much a part of our lives and, we, of theirs. My son and his seven cousins will have the same kind of fond memories of their loving Grandparents, only during a different time and in a different place.

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4 thoughts on “At the Center of Our Worlds

  1. More good memories to start my day, we were so lucky to have our grandparents to involved. A few more to add to the list:
    -Picnic at Lasands Pavilion and Pond with Potato Bag Races
    -Jousting Tournaments in the country with picnics or a country church supper
    -Mother May I? in front of the porch steps in B’more
    – Waiting for the Good Humor Man (ice cream truck)
    Got to go now hon! Have to go round Rheas for a tuppa tea!

  2. I can hear them calling Baba, now. Honest truth! Jan- we could fill a book with memories, couldn’t we?
    Them’s were the days! At least we are still young enough to remember them. Bye, hon.

  3. We could fill a book but nobody would have a clue what we are talking about or care except us! But that’s OK because they sure are dear memories to us!

  4. Oh – you would be surprised, hon!Check out tomorrows blog it is about this very subject. There are alot of people who drank the same Baltimore wooter out of the same zincs and warshed in the same pools in the same era!

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