Friday, March 2, 2007
Grandma and Grandpa's House
I remember always wanting to go to grandma and grandpas. I grew up in Quincy a little town in the mountains. We lived in town and my grandparents lived on the outskirts of town. After school me and my little brother would go to my grandparents house to play They owned a couple acres so we would spend hours outside playing in the hills. My cousins lived with my grandparents so we would always have kids to play with, sometimes for holidays our other cousins would come up so there would be a lot of kids.We would build forts in the mountains, go sledding on the hill with an old tin from the hen house roof and have pine cone wars with the boys. It was always boys vs girls when we would play baseball, kickball, vollyball even though we didn't have a net we would use the wire that the dog was chained up to as a divider, you just had to be carefull that you didn't get tackled by the dog. I remember my grandma had a goose and we would see who can get the closest without getting bit. We would hate it when my uncle would let fat albert( his dog) off his chain you would see kids running toward the house and if you couldn't make it you would climb a tree and stay untill you found an oppertunity to make a dash for the house. We would spend hours in the hills playin Indians trying to imagine how it was back in the days. We would go exploring in the mountains our favorite spot was "crystal mountain" that was a spot on the mountain where we would get our crystals we would be in compatition to see who could find the best crystal, we would let grandma be the judge and of course she liked them all. It was always a race when we would hear someone call time for dinner, you would see kids coming from every direction trying to get in line for dinner. We would wash our hands and line up so grandma could check to see if we used soap, once you got the ok you would get your food and find a spot to eat the best spot was in front of the tv. I remember in august we would post up on the hill and watch the rides go by. We would ask grandpa if he had any work to do around the house so we could go to the fair. There would be leaves to rake for days. So I guess you could say that my whole memories of being at grandma and grandpas was good.
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Nice post. I guess that topic brought out a lot of memories for you. My grandparents had a ranch in Sebastapol when I was a kid, and your journal reminds me of those times too. Thanks.
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