Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Grandma's House

My grandma is a unique woman. She is 94 1/2 years old. She will be 95 in August. She lives in her own home. She is an artist and a mother, a grandmother and a great-grandmother. Going to her house feels like coming home to me. (Especially since my own parents moved out of my childhood home in 2001). Growing up, we spent almost every Sunday at my grandparents' house. Grandma's house is in the "country" with 17 or so acres, I think. It is across the street from a lake, but with "lake privileges" (and very nice neighbors). I also would go and stay the night there for a week or so in the summer-time.

When I think of Grandma's house, I think of family. I spent summers swimming in the lake, or catching crayfish in the creek with my brothers, sisters and cousins (plus my dad, uncles and aunts). We played a lot of frisbee on the front lawn. Sometimes we would play crochet. I would climb the trees in the horse field or go pick raspberries. We went for long walks in the woods or up the dirt road to the other lake and the sand dunes. And in the winter, we would go ice skating on the lake, have snowball fights and build snowmen. Lots and lots of outdoor fun with my family.

On Saturday, I shared some of that with my boys. And Brian. We were going to visit my grandma (and uncle) so I called my aunt, who happens to live next door to my grandma now. Her daughters are 10 and 12. After some lunch, everyone went outside to "play" while grandma rested. We built a giant snowman. Brian orchestrated a huge snow fort with a tunnel. And my aunt created a fantastic sled-run down the front yard slope. I went inside with Brendan after an hour and that's when things got crazy on the sled-run. Brian built what he thought would be a snow wall at the bottom of the hill to slow the sled down because the sled was fast and kept taking the kids into the dried-up pond and through a bunch of pickery brambles. The wall wasn't quite what he expected and became a JUMP. Man, those kids had F-U-N! The first thing Declan said after two hours outside was "When can we come back?" And Brian wondered the same thing. Brian didn't have this kind of experience when he was growing up and he was a little jealous that I did. But we were both happy to be there, playing outside and building memories for our sons and cousins to enjoy, the way I enjoy my memories of time spent at grandma's house.

And now for some pictures:

Brendan was bundled up and with his snowpants on, he could barely walk. The snow was deep and untouched all winter. He sank down up to his tummy when he tried to walk unaided, so Elaine pulled him around on her sled:

Such a good big cousin!

Up and down the hill, until she was worn OUT!

And now for the sled JUMP! Declan gets some air:

Emilie - after her jump!

Some feet in the air:

The six foot snow-lady:
See the house in the background?
The girls resting on the "fort":
Declan gets more air: The End


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JudyFL said...

Mel - Your pictures reminded me of growing up on Pleasant Valley in Middleburg Hts, back **(approx 50) years ago. We (Aunt MB & Aunt Denny) wouldsled down the hill across the street & maybe end up on the iced over pond. We would skate there & in the summer, fish, too. Much fun ... Loved Declan's jumps...

- Aunt Judy

20Birds said...

is bri brian?
and i dont know if my comment about the photos being rad was kept.... really love that photos i am going to going to scrap these for sure one day

20Birds said...

i came over hoping for new stuff and was re-delighted by this post. esp you observations about brian and the differences of your experiences... dont tire of doing good.. those memories you are sowing will be reap a multitude of blessings for all the kids. And your grandma, how blessed all of you are to have such a wealth still available. thank you for the card you made, everyone admired it in the hospital and i felt such love as my fingers ran over the elements, the bling... i love you

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