- endearingly quaint and homey
- built by my grandfather
- much loved by all who set foot inside
- brimming with the ghosts of what transpired within its walls
- understated white
- practical black shutters
- cozy and comfortably familiar
- clear crystal doorknobs
- creaky white doors; dried evidence of dribbling paint
- screen door with steps up to the kitchen
- Mom's childhood bedroom
- the tiny closet with the pull-string light and vintage high heels
- the dresser with the stuffed koala clinging to the mirror
- the peeling linoleum with geometric brown, pink, and green (floral?) design
- tiny bathroom
- stained glass swan panel my mother crafted hanging in the window, catching sunlight
- white sink
- back room
- the pullout sofa Gram and I slept on
- distant train horns at night and cars on a seemingly far-off highway
- living room
- the white porcelain cat under the piano (once again, made by my mother)
- the old television with the pull-knob to turn it on and off (channel changed by turning it)
- the windows looking picturesquely out on Apple Street
- the clock with the plate face and flowery detail
- the coffee table adorned with elaborate floral designs
- the tiny Christmas tree that sat charmingly on the table
- the old sofa with floral print and buttons
- kitchen and dining room
- the clear glass-topped dining table
- the window in the dining room looking out onto the street
- the old dial phone
- the fridge
- the dated brown carpet
- outside
- the tiny cement front step
- the "firework flower" trees (mimosas)
- the tall grasses in the miniature field out back
- the level patio
- the green carpeting
- the cracked cement
- the stone wall along the driveway
- the miniscule red mites
- Mom warning me to stay away from the street, since cars flew down the hill
- the cold, dark, damp basement that frightened me
- the shower with the Mickey Mouse curtain
- I wish I could recall more...
jan 13 2011 ∞
jun 19 2015 +