My grandmothers (nanna) house was sold this past week.....she died in January at 98 years of age! It got me thinking about my childhood and memories of her and her house.
My strongest memory was of the mantle clock that sat over her fireplace ticking away like a steady heartbeat......I guess I was lucky because I now have the clock as a memory of her....
The back yard where Odyssey my brother and I used to play on visits.....climbing the big old fig tree, eating grapes from the vine and plums from the tree.....it always seemed to be summer!
I remember us having family Christmas there and dressing up for family photo's.....and Nanna was always very proud of her garden......with good reason. She had a very green thumb!
It's funny what comes back to mind........
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I'll always remember hanging baskets for her!
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