By Camden Rose
My grandparent’s house is in the middle of the woods,
has spotty cell coverage,
and has an internet that only
works when you are within
five feet of the modem,
yet I look forward to every visit
because each visit is filled
reading on the front porch,
hands covered with dirt from
the vegetable garden,
strong scents of home cooked meals,
and silent observation of birds and bears
and sometimes squirrels that all
try to nibble off the bird feeder
placed right outside the kitchen window.
It’s filled with wrinkly hugs
and soggy kisses and
a love that I will never understand
until I have grandkids of my own–
and even then I’m not sure
if it will make sense.
It’s filled with banana pudding,
vegetable quiche, pimento cheese
sandwiches, lasagna made with
thinly sliced squash, and
handfuls of Cheerios for the days
when the recipe’s cook time
was longer than we expected.
It’s filled with stories of when my mom
was young and dating a young man
named Sam–or was it Tom?–and
my PopPop made sure to show
the young boy his gun collection
on the first date. Stories about
when I used to come up
and sing songs
I can hardly remember now
into the tape recorder.
Stories about that one time
my mom got hit by a deer on the way,
waking me up and damaging the car,
leaving PopPop to Frankenstein the
old Volvo back together with some
parts he found near his punch-buggie
collection in the woods.
Stories about my grandma
and her amazing cooking, about the
time we made vegetable stock out
of her compostable veggies and
some salted water. Stories about when
she took my mom and her brother to
a different church than my PopPop
every week so that my mom and uncle
would know what it was like to be
a normal church member instead of
the Preacher’s Kid. Stories of when
my mom was young and my uncle even younger.
My grandparent’s house is filled
with unconditional love and
an appreciation for life that
lasts through health
and sickness.
For those of you who don’t know, my grandma was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer a few weeks ago. Currently, she is going through chemo. To find out more, visit her CaringBridge page here.
I love this…
Peter Underwood (second cousin twice removed)
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You are good writer, Camden! Thank you for this latest rendering. I love you very much and glad you can write your blog during this 2 month adventure. Love, Grandma
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