You always felt welcome at 687 West Main
Grandma Bertha greeted us in her apron with big hugs
Grandpa Earl would yell in his big voice from the back yard
“Come help in the Garden”...The Garden was very large....
And Grandma would intercede for us
“Oh Earl, for heavens sakes they just got here....
Grandma always did that.
She gave us glasses of lemonade that she filled by scooping out of a large antique bowl on the kitchen counter...
It would crackle as it poured over the ice in our glass.
Grandpa would yell again from the garden
“Come on, we are all going to eat from this garden”..
Grandma would then say go ahead and help Grandpa
It will be just for a short while.
I feel the hardest thing in life is to lose someone that you know loves you more than you do yourself; this is such a precious gift. This is my Grandma Bertha.
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