The Christmas tree at Grandma's house was so different then our
little tree. It was tall and skinny and always had a star at the top.
(Well, there was the times when the silver tree was the rage, and she
went for it, but we must forgive our loved ones for little
indiscretions!) It had short, really short, needles and lots of room in
between the branches. And bubble lights! Oh how I was fascinated by
those lights.
Grandma's house always had lots of food.
Homemade cookies were my favorite. Not just at Christmas, but every time
we visited, I made a beeline to the kitchen cookie jar. Yummy!
Family
and friends always filled that house. Laughter and games happened on a
regular basis there. Everybody always wanted to go to Grandma's.
Well
there was one exception. My mom. Somehow I don't think she really liked
her mother-in-law all that much. Guess Grandma just had to much control
on my dad. Right until the end of his days. I can't be to hard on
Mom. She tried to do the best with what she had to put up with. Don't
we all?
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