OK it is one of those nights when I couldn't sleep again. I decided to try one more time to bring up the picture of my Granny's house.When people comment about the size of their house, I remember this little house. this was my Granny's house. It was a square. If you divided it into four equal parts you had a tiny living room at the front right with just enough room for a small couch, a recliner and a TV, one tiny bedroom to the back right with just enough room for a bed and dresser, a dining area to the left of the living room with a table and chairs with about a foot and a half between the table and the wall and a kitchen in the back left area. they built on another small bedroom off of the back of the house. the bathroom was a tiny tiny little room sandwiched between the kitchen wall and the bedroom wall. there was a toilet and an old clawed foot bathtub. That was it, the whole house.
We had family get togethers there often. No one ever complained about it being too small. We just spilled out into the yard and we ate in shifts. No one worried about the size of their house. Everyone just made the most of what they had.
the grandkids loved to stay the night. We slept on pallets on the floor made of quilts and thought it was cool.
My granny loved wrestling. You knew if you were at Granny's on wrasling night not to get between her and the TV. She got really excited and would fuss at the ones she thought were bad guys and taking advantage of the good guys. It was more fun watching her than the wrestlers. She bought into the hype, hook line and sinker. Whenever I see the wrestling shows and all of the hoopla, I think of her and smile.
I have wonderful memories of that tiny little house and of a small woman who was my Granny. There was so much fun and love packed into that house. It's size just didn't matter.
5 comments:
Is that the same house we visited as kids?
Yes. What do you remember about it?
I remember it was small, not just the house but the yard as well (not like it was here). I seem to remember a fence... perhaps trees (but the memory may be incorrect).
The strongest memories are those of a child... it smelled old and of old people (a smell I am reminded of when I enter retirement homes). I thought that must be what death smelled like I remember being a bit scared to go there.
I remember thinking that great-grandaddy must have been the oldest man on earth, and always wondering what was wrong with his eye(s) (can't remember if just one frequently watered, or both).
But I like this picture and your memories, it's cool to know that they, the house and it's occupants, knew happy times.
My Mother said that her daddy worked in a place that worked metal. He got a piece of hot metal in his eye and evidently it damaged a tear duct or something which made the lower eyelid droop and water all of the time.
Yes we had alot of great times in that house. It had nothing to do with the fact that Granny kept RC Cola and icecream cake and let us drink real coffee and that she loved to keep the road hot.
haha... it's so funny that she got so into "wrasling" ;-)
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