My aunt Janice Murrell and granddaddy Harold Murrell
sitting on the front steps.
Oh my goodness. When I started to do this post today, I closed my eyes first and pictured being inside my paternal grandparent's house. I bet that someone of you out there do that. You close your eyes and you're just there. I usually start with the back of the house, because it was the heart of the home. Whenever my parents, brother, and I would come by and visit we would usually enter by the backdoor through the kitchen. The kitchen had that brown wood paneling that was very popular in the seventies. You know...this stuff.
Yeah, this stuff. Good ole 60's and 70's wood paneling.
Their paneling was actually a little bit darker. You can see it in the picture below. They also had dark wood cabinetry which seemed to make the space even smaller but I didn't mind because this was grandma's zone. She loved to cook and you would usually be greeted by the smell of fresh rolls as you entered the back door of the house.
Me and my grandma Ethel Murrell
in her kitchen.
In the backyard, I would build forts out of folding lawn chairs and daydream. I would admire the beautiful flowers my grandma had planted all around the house. I learned how to ride my bike in their driveway. There were those conversations I had with my aunt Janice. She lived with her parents. She spoke of how her favorite color was green and how she preferred to sit in the sun. That's when I learned that the sun helped people make vitamin D and that was good for you. I liked the shade and would sit there with paper and pencil. Sometimes, it would be a coloring book and crayons. I would draw countless cards with flowers or grass, rainbows, a sun and M birds in the sky.
This is the envelope to one of the many cards that I made when I was little.
I would make so much stuff that my mother would buy in bulk loose leaf paper.
The inside of the card reads, "Dear Mom Mom I hope you will have a very nice day
P.S love and kisses."
Charlie and I in the backyard.
My brother and I at the back door.
My grandparents lived at 110-11 195 St in St Albans, NY. I found out in the last month that Google Maps updated their information to now include a ground level view of the house.