Memory Lane

Grandma Lash and Mom c. 1947

Today I went over to my Grandma's house, or I should say, my aunt and uncle's house. My grandparents moved out to California in the 50's from the midwest and settled in what is now known as North Hills. Grandma lived out the rest of her days there and now that she's gone, my aunt and uncle (sister and brother) live there.

Growing up I spent many, many hours there, mainly on Wednesday nights when my mother and I would head over there to have dinner and shop with my grandmother and aunt. Such wonderful memories: tightrope walking on the fence, playing in the huge back yard and getting those itchy balls from the sycamore tree all over me, creating food with Grandma's potpourri, having parties, playing Skip-Bo, eating Ding-Dongs (Grandma didn't like to cook and would eat a Ding Dong a day to keep the doctor away!), having meals at Chi-Chi's pizza and coming home to show off what we bought at Tar-jey (Target). And those are just a few fond memories; I don't think I would have enough space to write down all the wonderful things I remember about Grandma's house. I love that house...and I love those memories. With Grandma and Mom gone, those memories are what I have to stay close to them. They are precious.

Today I went over to look through 58 years of memories with my aunt, taking some home with me. Looking at old photographs, reminiscing with my aunt, and riffling through all the "stuff" that kept me entertained at Grandma's house was sweet.

I am thankful for the time I had to spend...walking down memory lane.