We were heartsick at the prospect of going back to Davis and staying somewhere, anywhere other than Mark's childhood home on Biscayne Bay. It's the only Gramma's house we've ever known and we loved it: the second floor all to ourselves, the magic shower, the pool in the backyard with the bench swing, the fridge in the garage with all the sodas, Gramma's rooster kitchen. But they sold it to someone else and now find themselves in an upscale condo on the other side of town. Not Gramma's house, or so we thought. But as soon as we were sitting on their familiar red sofa and eating Gramma's familiar homemade bread, we realized that being at Gramma's house has nothing to do with the address and everything to do with those we love so much. And besides, the pool at the Clubhouse wasn't so bad. Another Diet Coke on ice, please?
4 comments:
I am glad it was a good trip and I keep staring at your gorgeous pictures of Tahoe over and over. What a place!
i'm glad you wrote this...i have stayed far from my hometown this summer because the house is gone. the pool and porch and swing...and the magic attic room...
it's good to think there can still be a grandma's house.
thank you.
is this the "gamma in talifornia"?
i've had the same sentiments as my parents have sold our childhood home and downscaled to a condo. although i cringe every time i drive down between that row of garages in their complex, it still feels like coming home when i walk in their door.
lovely lovely pictures from tahoe, by the way. what a great time (and i've never been!)
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