MORE MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY . . .

Grandmothers! I was blessed with more than my share of them, at least if you compare mine with someone who only had one or maybe none.

My Brothers Three and Me, loved to go to “BIG” grandma’s house. Why “BIG” you ask? Well, she was tall . . . compared to “LITTLE” grandma who was short! “LITTLE” grandma was only, maybe, four foot eight or nine inches tall (or should I say short). And only about ninety pounds. “BIG” grandma was about five feet five inches and . . . ? . . . pounds.

Well, anyway . . . we lived a ways away from “BIG” grandma’s house, but not so far that we couldn’t walk there, or ride our bikes. We would go down the hill on Piccadilly Street, (I like that name!) Over the railroad tracks, past the house with the two Great Danes, and into the woods. I can remember running as fast as I could while hollering to my Brothers Three to wait for Me! I didn’t want to go past the railroad tracks alone, or past those big barking dogs! Not to mention the occasional hobo, that was waiting to hop a freight train.

So, safe and sound in the woods at last. This was our favorite place to play all kinds of wild and adventurous make-believe games. Oh, yes, back on the trail to “BIG” grandma’s house. The next obstacle was a large old log that made a perfect bridge to cross the most wonderful creek that any kid would love to play in. Then we wound our way through the trees, ferns and other bushes on a wonderful path that came out in grandma’s back yard.

One of us would telephone mom, so she would know that we made it to grandma’s safe. My grand-kids would be asking me if there really were telephones way back then! We couldn’t stuff them in our pocket and go, but we had ‘em, party lines and all! What’s a party line? Well that’s another story!

“BIG” grandma would give us all hugs and kisses and set us down to milk and cookies, cake, or something wonderful from her bountiful kitchen.

We never knew what lay in store for us there! It could be picking raspberries, blackberries or just playing in grandma’s yard, or in our wonderful “woods”.

Then at supper time, mom and dad would show up and we would enjoy some of “BIG” grandma’s good cooking! Yummy!