Grandma's House

Grandmother’s house was a wondrous place filled with the aromas of hot bread, baking muffins, cinnamon apple cider slowly bubbling on the stove, and the flowery scent of grandma’s perfume. While she cooked I would look at her collection of antique salt and pepper shakers that she had collected from all over the world or help pick some of the vegetables she grew in the back yard. Her garden always grew the best fruits and vegetables, and she had many awards and ribbons to show for it. In the evening we would snuggle together next to the warm crackling fire in the houses old fireplace, a hot cup of her delicious cinnamon apple cider and a fresh baked muffin, and I would listen to her stories as we examined the old photographs of her life that she kept in a shoebox. I was always amazed at how much life and how many stories would be kept in an old shoebox.