Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Days with my grandmother

Growing up, I used to spend a lot of times with my grandparents. They always lived within a few miles of  us, so if my folks needed a place for me to stay overnight, it was off to my mom's parents. I have random memories of sleeping in their guest room, on a pull out bed that had to have been older than me. I wouldn't call it worn out, but I could definitely feel the support bar under the mattress. Most nights my grandmother, or Mom-Mom as I called her, would cook dinner for my grandfather. Some nights, my grandfather, or Pop-pop, would take us all out to the Fish House. I feel like that must have been their favorite restaurant, because I don't remember eating at any other places with them. It was pretty old even then, with worn floorboards and pictures of local personalities all over the walls. The food was always delicious and plentiful, with my order of fried shrimp heaped high on my plate. As much as fun as I had with the both of them, I think it's the days I spent with Mom-Mom that I enjoyed the most.


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