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January 25, 2018

Family Traditions

Every first week of July, my mom and I would make the 6-hour journey to Pittsburg New Hampshire. This started when I was 5 and continued until I was 13. Now you’re thinking my time was spent at an overnight camp where you would roast marshmallows and go canoeing. However I went to a place where I learned how to fish, ride a bike and make grilled cheese.

This overnight “camp” was better known as my great-grandparents’ house.

I remember turning onto Tabor Road. Staring out the window at the nostalgic farmhouses, the burnt red barns and the cows grazing in the never-ending fields. With each sound of the tires rolling over the dirt road, my stomach would fill with butterflies. Finally, we would get to the last turn on the road and there smack dead center was a quaint red house with a white trim. As you got closer you would see a barefoot, curly-haired woman standing on the porch. This woman was my nana.

Nana’s House

We couldn’t even get out of the car in time for her to swing open the car door and grab you into her arms. Her hugs were the best as she would squeeze you to the point where you felt you might burst. Seconds later a tall strong figured man would emerge from the house onto the porch holding his daily newspaper and a big smile on his face. My great grandfather or “Bampi” as I call him would open his arms wide as I came running up the stairs of the creaky porch.

After the excitement of the arrival settled, I would unload my old blue suitcase that opened with big front locks and would swing wide open from the pressure of all the clothes. The night would be filled with laughter, catch up stories and an endless number of trout for dinner. A couple of days later, my mom and brother would say their tearful goodbyes and head home.

Good Morning Sleepyhead

The next morning I would wake to the deep sound of a snare drum being played. It boomed throughout the whole house, boom boom boom boom, then a strumming of the guitar would come in.

Sleepy-eyed and slowly I would make my way down the steep steps and turn the corner into the kitchen. As my eyes would slowly open, I would find my Nana tapping her toes and spinning around while signing loudly, “Pretty Woman walking down the street”. She’d pull me into the middle of the kitchen floor and would dance and laugh till the cassette tape stopped.

After the last “Pretty Woman” that Roy Orbison sang, my Nana would take out her cooking pan and teach me how to cook. Each morning it was something different. From what she called “silver dollar” pancakes, to scrambled eggs and her “famous” grilled cheese sandwich. I was mesmerized by the choreography of her cooking, as she would move around the kitchen effortlessly.

A Pretty Woman Forever

One morning I asked her why she loved that “Pretty Woman” song and why did she always play it in the mornings. She went on to tell me exactly why. When my great grandfather heard Roy Orbsion’s song about a beautiful woman who seemed too good to be true and how he was amazed she had chosen him, he fell in love with the song. He played that song for his girl (my Nana) and said that was their song. Every morning my great grandfather would go fly fishing and Nana would play that song as a reminder of being his “Pretty Woman”.

For the next several years every morning, I would learn something new about my family while dancing around in the kitchen and cooking.

As I’ve grown older and some memories have fade I will never forget our mornings. For during those mornings I learned the stories behind a “Pretty Woman” and how to make the perfect grilled cheese.

  1. Sharyn Artemis Vien says:

    You got it, pretty girl! I am so happy to learn that you love writing!! I enjoyed this story!! Your writing is clear and sensitive and in the wonderful vein of storytelling!! Love you, GrammySharyn!

  2. I love your photos! This makes me want to visit my grandma and have some fried bread (her equivalent to the grilled cheese).

  3. Brenda Burns says:

    I absolutely love these photos! They make me want to plan a trip to Poland with my grandma! So wonderful!

  4. hal says:

    these are such great memories! it’s really awesome you had such a wonderful relationship with your grandparents… you’re very lucky – a lot of young people these days aren’t blessed to have grandparents anymore

  5. What wonderful memories you have at your grandparents house! I was lucky enough to grow up next door to mine, and I’ll cherish our relationship and memories forever.

  6. daydreamingpink says:

    This was so sweet! My children are lucky enough to have one great grandma still with us and I hope they remember such wonderful stories as this! Thank you so much for sharing such a wonderful memory!

  7. lucicoo says:

    Really sweet story. Its great to have a happy memory to a song and that song is a great one. I have found memoirs of my grandparents that have passed. Its not a song but it is food.

  8. Lena Biggs says:

    Such a beautiful story! And such a great song.

  9. Loved this post! Loved this story!!!!! SWEET memories!

  10. Ivie Ndep says:

    this is heartwarming, lovely write up and beautiful pictures

  11. I love this! There are certain things that always take me back as well. For me, it’s butter pecan ice cream. My grandma ALWAYS had butter pecan ice cream in the house, and it’s got a very distinct flavor that I wouldn’t typically enjoy. But sometimes when I want to reminisce, I buy a half gallon of butter pecan <3

  12. Oh my gosh what a sweet story. Love it and now I want a grilled cheese.

  13. I love your writing style. It’s very descriptive. Your grandma looks cute! Now, I gotta make some grilled cheese!

  14. Emily says:

    Such sweet memories and story. Memories like this are most precious <3

  15. dgutkowski says:

    So very sweet! Sometimes we don’t know how important things are to us until time has passed. Such a special time you spent with you nana. Thank you for sharing!

  16. I spent most of my childhood at my grandparents’ house too. Both of them aren’t here with us anymore but I have such fond memories. And, I really miss them both.

  17. Chelle says:

    A beautiful story! I enjoy moments with my grandparents. They are so wise ! I have a set of grandparents that live right beside me.

  18. Anonymous says:

    Great memories that will last forever, thank you for sharing your special times with Grampa and Nana

  19. mrsglivingsimple says:

    This story just touched me <3 So sweet.

  20. Novel Blondes says:

    Such a sweet heartfelt post! Thanks for sharing your memories of your granny with the rest of us!

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