Memories of Love
Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever.
- Author unknown
Nanny, I remember the Queen Anne house and the sound of the cars going by on Aurora Ave.
I remember picking blackberries in the front yard until my fingers and clothes were permanently stained, with you watching me from the kitchen window while doing the dishes.
The forget-me-nots that were growing along the path, with blue bells growing around the house, and the old fish pond.
The rug in the living room with the circle design on it that I would run around on until I got so dizzy I fell down.
The creaky stairwell that leads downstairs and the steep staircase that leads upstairs.
The sound of the piano playing right before I fell asleep.
Riding the bus into downtown Seattle and seeing the Great Seattle Fire exhibit at the Museum of History and Industry.