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My grandma lived in a two bedroom
shiplap house that was halfway up
the biggest hill in town.
She sold parakeets and canaries
in the big bedroom. She slept
in a little room off the kitchen.
Grandma had rabbits. Every Sunday
there was one less — cooked them
in a black pot on an iron stove.
There was an old rusty Ford, buried
axel deep, behind the chicken shed.
The goats stood on it.
I could jump on the Ford’s roof as long
as I didn’t scare the goats, and it was ok
to plant dandelions in her veg garden.
My other grandma wore a fur coat.
©️ Misky 2019. For PB’s Memoir Chapbook 9 July 2019: Grandparents
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4 responses to “PB’s Memoir Chapbook Project: 9 July 2019 Draft”
The last line had me literally burst out laughing!
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Grandma Swanson? Sounds wonderful.
Robert E. Mims
Writer, Editor, Storyteller
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Yes, she was a troubled woman, but unique. Not everyone in my family thought well of her though. (ps: I edited out your email address and telephone number that was showing below your name.
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Some of our relatives have some strange stories…
I have a neighbor who I was helping to move, she had quite a few, but no one wants them now – Fur coats were big a few generations back, even fifty years ago.
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