Ruby red carpet atop a hardwood floor
In an old two story yellow house. A virtual child’s
playground, who could ask for more? Entering Pop-Pop’s house
the aroma of his cherry pipe permeated the air. Mom and Dad sat
and talked to him, while I explored the place. Pop-Pop sat in his favorite wing back chair.
Going into the kitchen, Pop-Pop had a big black stove,
on the front was printed Ben Franklin, whoever that was.
Than I listened to my Mom yell, “Get out of there!”
she was always upset about something, I really didn’t care.
I quietly went down to the basement,
a place I had never been before, so many
strange things down there, but the
oddest, an old trap door.
Mom went looking for me and when found
I thought I was going to die
When I looked at her face, I knew
I'm in trouble now!
She was so angry she couldn't speak, she made
me go in the living room, sit on the couch
and not make a sound.
There I sat with my arms crossed, stuck out my lip and started to pout.
Pop-pop felt Mom was
was being harsh and said, Let’s get out of the house for a while,
and get a little sun.
Pop-Pop showed us his huge vineyard, my eyes were wide with wonder.
Grapes were all over the place especially the ones down under. He handed
me a basket, and said, well, “go and get me some grapes”, this was fantastic,
I put some in my basket, and felt the wonderful sunshine on my face.
After a day in the warm sun, I was getting tired.
Pop-Pop said let’s go out on the porch swing and set for a while
The grown-ups talked and talked
Their talk put me to sleep like it would any child.
Going to my grandfather’s house was a part of my childhood I’ll always
remember, a wonderful thing, a simpler time, a wonderful place
to be.
And even after Pop-Pop passed away, this house was always special to me. But as I grew, I did research on this house, and found it was built before the Civil War. That was just one thing I found of interest;
I researched the house further and what I found next I couldn't believe! To be continued...
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Regis
Will go to read Part II now.
Love and hugs,
Sandie Angel :o)
Newfie hugs, Rose
Descripted exceptionally well . . . !!
The grace of God be with you!
Lance
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
it evoked so many memories of my own, a wonderful
warm tribute to your Pop Pop!Look forward to part two!
Love, and Happy New Year,
Eileen
The imagery you pen makes me think of my own Grandpa's house: it had creaky floors, a certain smell ... if Uncle George (Mom's brother) came over, you'd smell cherry pipe tobacco ... thanks for the memories. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, and Happy New Year!, Karla.