Tuesday, July 25, 2006
1411 Griswold St. is where my uncle grew up, and is now the summer home for my grandparents when visiting from Florida. This past week Faith, Christianna and I had the opportunity to stay with them and help out with cooking and other things since my Grandma fractured a vertebrae in her back. Faith was able to stay from Monday till Wednesday and then Christianna and I switched with her till we were picked up on the way to church on Sunday. Between taking my great aunt to the doctor, exploring the hidden treasures of the old house, baking and enjoying a stroll along the river, we also enjoyed spending time reading, drawing or just talking with our Grandparents.
On Thursday, while Grandma and Grandpa were away at a luncheon, Christianna and I opened the door of mystery and headed up to the attic to see what it contained. Though most of it seemed to be filled with holiday decor and things retired from use, such as lamps, small tables and chairs, there were also somethings that appeared to hold tales of eras before our existence, filled full with stories that might never be told.
While Grandma was getting her hair done, Grandpa, Christianna and I had lunch in the park. It was rather windy, but the scenery was outstanding as we walked along the river, watching the sail boats and other small water craft battle the choppy waters and strong currents.