Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do… but how much love we put in that action. ~ Mother Teresa
Once upon a time all it took was a quick glance from the sidewalk and the heart and soul of this place could be felt in an instant. An American flag flew proud and tall on a big pole in the yard. A couple of rocking chairs sat on the small front porch and small pots of flowers crowded the ledge around it. The voices of neighborhood children walking by cheerily yelled out “Hi Baba!” It was a daily occurrence. The woman who lived there was a grandmother of everyone’s dreams.
A huge tall oak tree once grew on the left side. It canopied the property as if it embraced the residents living within the bungalow-style house. Both front and backyard were carefully and lovingly tended by a bald, kind-hearted man who was called Pop by his grandchildren. He was as equally fine and gentile as his wife.
In the backyard grew lilacs, wisteria and the hugest magnolia tree I’d ever witnessed. So tall that as a young child, I couldn’t even see up to the tippy top. The tree went on forever – all the way on up to heaven. An outdoor brick fireplace in the gorgeously landscaped backyard cooked many a hotdog! Goldfish circled the waters of a four foot cement pond.The sounds of fun and laughter could be heard frequently of a wonderful couple who especially adored the days when their four grandchildren came to visit.
Smells of fresh peach cake, “smoked neck” with potatoes and green beans, yeast rolls and other lovingly cooked food and baked goods wafted outside through the screen door of the tiny galley kitchen. The aromas settled on pots of colorful pansies and petunias and on rows of dinner plate dahlias and gladiolas that lined the perimeter of the yard.
The house still stands, but when I look at this picture, I don’t see any evidence of the life that once graced the place. The tender loving care put into the house and the children and grandchildren who visited remains only in my memories. This place once made my heartbeat warmly every time I entered in the door.
So what’s the good news on this Thirsty Thursday? I can still hear the voice of my Grandmother….”Susie Annie, is that you, hon? Want a nice tall glass of ice cold sweet tea? I just loaded up the candy dishes on the buffet in the dining room. Help yourself. There are nonpareils, jelly candies, butter mints, anything you want. The Chiclets are in the top drawer of the buffet on the left.”
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Aaaah, Sue I felt like I was with you, what a wonderful description of a piece of your childhood. You have wonderful memories.
Thanks Shirley – I had a very wonderful childhood despite early challenges thanks to all who traveled the road with me.
Sue- Thanks for bring back such wonderful memories so beautifully! There were spot on!
We were so lucky to have Grandmother “Baba” and Pop Batton in our lives, there were the best and I also replay those memories time and again!