Grandma Pearl

I woke up this morning missing my Grandma Pearl. I miss the smell of her house. The anticipation of driving up the lane to her house. Many fond and loving memories that are left in that home. She and my Grandpa were one of the constants in my life. At their house there was always lots of good snacks and the ability to play without restrain, most of the time. This place was were we went to escape our lives here in Mesa. We never went on "vacation" so the closest thing that my Mom could provide was Grandma and Grandpa's house. We went there often.

I learned a great deal about service in and around their home. Being the tom boy that I was, I loved to be out doors with my Grandpa. I was anywhere he was. He would sing me songs in Spanish and some in English. I went fishing with him, shoveled manure, planted seeds, picked crops, and apples. I marveled at the apple trees with 5 different apples on one tree. He mastered the art of grafting on tree's. He was an amazing man. There is a picture that I keep in my mind of him with one foot up on a log and his six shooter on his side, can't finish this picture without the big cowboy hat.

My grandpa constructed his home. On the weekends and nights he would work on building. Now that there are new owners, ones that respected and loved my grandparents, there have been changes to the landscaping of the outside of the home. They have also changed the inside and replaced windows and such. I have not been back to see what they changed. I want to remember it the way that they left it.

I am grateful for the memories that I have of them and their home. I am grateful that I had this "vacation" from our home to theirs.