Grandma's Kitchen

We had a family reunion at one of the local lakes--I had wanted to attend.

The day before, we took down the rib support system in the house. The lumber and material was scattered hither and yon making the house impassible. So if anyone came to see the domes, they would not be able to get into the house and would only see an apparent pile of debris.

So, if I go the the reunion, I will invite people to come see the house which is a mess. On the other hand, if I stay home and clean up to make the house presentable, there is a chance that no one will come.

I had a surprise waiting in the machine shed just in case anyone came:

What you see from Grandma's house: Swivel chair from the living room; wringer washer; wood stove (over 100 years old); wood cook stove; wood box (hard to see, to the right of the cook stove); table my uncle made; desk from the living room; lamp on the desk (a vivid memory from my youth--I did an art project based on this lamp); chairs around the table; and the bench. The table was about as long as the bench.

Imagine ten children, their parents, plus their grandfather sitting around the table--most of the children on the bench. I would guess that the bench is more than 80 years old.

A cousin stopped by with his wife, their son, and teen-aged grand daughter. I brought L and his son into the machine shed. L walked between the table and stoves, looking things over. He then came out, looked at the bench and fell silent. After a few moments, he sent his son out to get the ladies who were waiting in the car. We all sat around the table and talked about the past, almost forgetting to go and look at the domes.