I look at the pictures on her dresser, while she tells me about them.
“This is a picture of me when I graduated nursing school, and this one is of me and your grandmother, oh, some fifty years ago. And that one, the one you're holding, is your uncle when he was five years old, and this one…” Occasionally she laughs her wonderful laugh.
I barely remember her house, but certain things will set off my memory alarm, like her piano or her basement. It is so good to be here after so many years finally visiting my Great-aunt again.
:)
ReplyDeleteYou captured the intimacy of the memories so well. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI like this.. a lot.. you are very good. :) :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bekah, you did indeed catch the memories very very well. :)