Into The Woods

Grandma walked beside me as we walked the ruts that were sometimes a path and other times a road, up the hill behind her house. Out the back door, past the Chestnut Tree, up past the Pine Tree, past the garden, and on. Once we made it past the demarcation point, where the manicured lawn…
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Desperation

My Grandmother stood at the counter in the kitchen and sighed in desperation. The questions just kept coming. They wouldn’t stop. No matter how often she answered. No matter how much she pleaded. She went into the dining room to the hutch where she kept all kinds of paper stuff – sheets of paper, envelopes,…
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Sledriding

Waking up to a new snowfall. In the 1960s, on any good weather day at the crossroads where Keasey meets Star Grille, automobiles were a rare sight. On a day like this there was just no reason to go out driving except to go to the store and no one who lived around here did…
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Sundays Are For Resting

Sundays are actually for going to church and then resting, according to Grandma K. Up early, get church out of the way and then have the rest of the day to sit around and eat, chat, and play cards while the kids ran around the house or played under the dining room table. Everyone converged…
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Not Her Most Shining Moment

My grandmother was a devout Evangelical Lutheran, as Christian as a grandmother could be. So it always befuddled me when she said she was going to kill me. ‘I’m going to kill you!’ is one of those statements that I couldn’t imagine saying now to anyone, but when I was a kid, it was used…
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Cocoa and Toast

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There was a cup of hot steaming cocoa sitting on Grandma’s dining table waiting for me. Just like every morning when I was dropped off before the school bus came, or maybe I stayed over at her house the night before. There was also a stack of buttered toast sitting on a plate on the…
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Snow

I stood outside my Grandmother’s house in the yard. It was one of those western Pennsylvania days of eternal grey, when after the sun rose somewhere on the other side of the cloud layer, one hour looked just like the next until suddenly it would be dark again. Standing out in the yard, where I…
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