Going to Granny’s


Me & some relatives in front of Granny’s house


Going to Granny’s


Here’s a memory from when I was a kid.

A week in summer at Granny’s house.


For quite a few years I’d get to go to my Granny’s house in the summer. I’d stay for a week.

She and my Grand-dad lived in the same town as we did, so it wasn’t like I had to travel far. It was just the excitement of getting to go. These grandparents were on my dad’s side of the family. We’d visit each other at least once a week anyway, but this was a special time.

It was fun to pack a suitcase, and plan what fun I could have over there. There were neighborhood kids I seldom got to see, and we all knew each other pretty well, too. Other distant relatives might visit while I was there, and that was interesting.

Here are a few things I remember about the house and things I’d get to do.

  • It was a small, 2 bedroom house, with living room, kitchen, and bath.
  • I’d share the bed with my Granny
  • The bedroom walls had wall paper of pink cabbage roses – I’d try to count them all
  • The telephone was in a little niche/nook – it was an old fashioned rotary phone (black)
  • The living room had a large picture window
  • The house smelled good, like baking powder biscuits/cornbread/bacon/coffee/cherry cobbler.

Some fun things –

At least once during my stay we’d walk out the back door and over a little ways, across the railroad tracks to the shopping center. My favorite store we called the dime store. Just a little store with a variety of things in there, but I’d always have a little spending money.

The kids in the neighborhood, and I would play this and that, and catch bugs and horned lizards, and scavenge the alley for neat things to drag back to make something out of.

The only thing was, was the kids were still out playing after supper, and I had to come in. That’s because my grandparents went to bed at about 6 p.m. I didn’t like that part, because I could hear my friends having fun out there.


Well, that’s all for now – there’s still more to tell, but that will be another time (maybe tomorrow?) Hope you enjoy my trip down memory lane. ๐Ÿ™‚


Thanks for visiting! Peace โ˜ฎ๏ธ

ยฉ 2019 BS


12 responses »

  1. Happy memories. My brother and I used to spend summer vacations of two months with our maternal grandparents. Those were fun days. We lived far away and it used to take three days to reach our destination. We used to look forward and we felt so sad when it was time to leave knowing that we would be back only after a year.

    • Thanks, Lakshmi!
      That must have been epic vacation times for you. How wonderful you and your brother could travel and stay for an extended visit with your grandparents. Thanks for sharing your memory of those times. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. I remember a few summer nights at Granny’s (That’s what we called my Dad’s mom), though that was more because we didn’t have an air conditioner at the time and we’d stay out there on the really hot nights. Granny’s yard was full of lightning bugs too, which we always had few or none of near the industrial part of the city…

    • Thanks, Bill!
      Your time spent with your Granny sounds like a wonderful time. You know, we don’t have lightning bugs here, so when I visit my daughter in MO it’s always a treat to see them in the summer time. I appreciate your sharing your story. ๐Ÿ™‚

      • I think it’s a lovely idea! More of us should do it – we had a lot of good things in our lives back then, personally, and as a culture, too, in lots of ways. No, we weren’t perfect, but we weren’t cavemen either.

      • Looking back, I feel like we had it pretty good. I wonder if kids today will look back on these days in the future and think of them as their good old days? I wish my long ago relatives had kept a diary or journals about their day to day life. I have a couple of things they wrote, but not near enough. ๐Ÿ™‚

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