Cindy Wearing the Bracelet

I remember the house on Maryland Ave in Syracuse. I did not go there as often as some of the other cousins, who probably have many more memories.

• I remember sleeping in the sunroom, the morning glories growing up the backside of the house
• The fireplace where the girls supposedly stuck notes between the bricks
• The basement with the pile of coal
• Sleeping upstairs in the front bedroom
• The piano at the bottom of the stairs
• Mixing the orange coloring into the margarine
• Sitting on the front porch with grandpa
• The smell of an old house
• Climbing the steps  up to the top of  the hill.’

Mother’s Memories:

Having their cousin Carlyle take care of them when Grandma went to visit Grandpa in PA.  I think it was Pennsylvania where he worked for Hertz.  One of the girls got her period during this time and this young bachelor had to deal with this. That must have been something.

Mine:

Taking grandma, in her brown suit,  to the Westchester airport and watching her walk to the plane, straight back, smile on her face, on the arm of a young man,  She always perked up when a man was around.

Sitting in the den watching TV with her and grandpa.

I was always in awe of her posture.  So straight, and so flexible.

Even into her 80’s she stood tall, head up shoulders back and even then could sit crossed legged on the floor.

Mom would have me take her to Cook’s, a local eating place. She loved to go out for lunch, she loved to eat and to watch the people.

Mom told me when Gram was a small child she had to go door to door selling muffins to make money for the family.

I wonder how she met Louise?   Anyone know?