Week 5 Blog 1

A place that brings out strong memories for me is the living room of my grandma's old house. The last time I was there was during my grandma's passing. I realize now that the house she lived in brings back so many joyful and sad memories. I remembering visiting the house that just smelled like my grandma. And she didn't smell like an older person, either. When I look back at my childhood, most of my happy memories are of playing with blocks on grandma's floor. Being "the pet puppy" for a day or so many Easter egg hunts in her backyard. Grandma Betty was my mom's mom and I lived with her for a while during my early high school years. She was an incredibly sweet woman who helped build the foundations of the person I am today. Grandma taught me everything I know about being a lady and being confident in public. I miss her every day and there isn't a book I don't read without picturing her house as the setting. My grandma's house always reminds me of the smell of split-pea soup cooking or "Tiny Bubbles" playing on the record player. Her walls and carpets were all a creamy beige color. This will always be the house I picture when I think of Grandma Betty.