every few years I'll drive past my grandparents old house... the house has changed, but I'll always see Grandma weeding her flower bed and us kids jumping off the front porch... the driveway and street full of vehicles...and the house packed to the brim. If they weren't home, Vern & Wynona across the street could tell us where they went and when they'd be back. You might see Fern or Claudia or Mildred...so many memories.♥️