I'll be forthright. This post is mostly for my own indulgence.
I had quite the trip down memory lane the other day -- no, literally, I was
driving, so I was on a literal trip that took a figurative turn down memory lane.
I drove past a home that triggered my earliest childhood memories of visiting grandma and grandpa's house when I was still in the single-digit age.
In my early childhood, I actually had the benefit of having both sets of grandparents in the same 'hood. So if we visited one, we usually got to see the other too. (And we got to walk
down the block to church, where my granddad
was the pastor! So novel!)
Seeing this house immersed me into a daydream about my grandparents' homes and what I remembered, tangibly, about each one....
Climbing the backyard fruit trees and playing outside in the concrete window well.
The room the adults oddly called the Florida Room, but my young mind was confused at this label since we were in the middle of the Midwest! I can still smell the vinyl from the indoor/outdoor furniture in that room, and remember listening to the ocean from a conch on an end table. (Yes, the room does
seem obviously named, but you aren't seven years old, either.)
I remember a special stool in the kitchen we cousins would sit on, and loved the icy-cold feeling of an aluminum
cup in my mouth, which offered up water or lemonade on a hot summer day.
grandparent's home had the water bed. A jiggly, gurgly, rockin' and rollin' kind of bed from the '70s, which really could make a kid nauseous trying to sleep on it. Even reaching to scratch an itch could cause a tidal wave effect for the
I remember drinking Pepsi at this house. We were Coke and Tab kind of people so Pepsi was such a fizzy, sweet treat! My grandparents had a fridge where ice and water came out of the door! That was a novelty to me.
I also remember the green glass candy jar with chewy, sugar coated jellies in it. The fragile nature of the jar ensured I had to ask an adult for candy, rather than sneaking one myself. I am the lucky owner of that jar now.
I also remember a naked lady lamp. Well, maybe in my maturity I would now call it tabletop Greco Roman light-up art
. A Grecian style female was the centerpiece, surrounded by 360 degrees of wire pillars, which dripped beads of oil so it looked like water was constantly raining down around her. I remember it glowed a soft yellow and I couldn't resist touching a drop of oil occasionally.
I am not the owner of that
piece of memorabilia. (Maybe my brother nabbed it?)
I was so lost in thought on my trip down memory lane that I emerged from my past only when I found myself pulling into my present day driveway. Ever wonder how you got from Point A to Point B sometimes?
For folks blessed enough to grow up with visits to grandma's house, I hope this instigates candy jar and Florida Room memories of your own!
And if you still are reading this,
thank you for indulging me.