As I listened to the rumble of thunder on a steamy August night last night I was transported back to my childhood and a similar night when I spent the evening with Grandma and cousin Jon sitting on her front porch on Maddalein eating fudgesicles and hearing stories about our father's childhoods and Grandpa. "We can sit out here until it starts to rain" Grandma said as we enjoyed the breeze that proceeded the oncoming storm. Ginger was inside, occasionally coming to the door to see that all was well. I can still hear Grandma's laughter as she told us of the fire in the basement of her old house and how all the neighborhood kids were most concerned with the safety of the pool table. Earlier in the day we had played cards and bingo for pennies in the coolness of the basement while we ate Bugles and drank Faygo. Talk was about our trip on the bus to Eastland earlier that day and the feast she was preparing for dinner. Grandma rarely parked us in front of the television. In fact, she kept us quite busy. And our stomach quite full!
I am very thankful that Grandma fed us such wonderful memories that we could pack away and take out long after she has gone to remember her and remind us of a simpler time in our lives. Her spirit lives on and she can still manage to touch us with her Grandmotherly love.
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