11:37 Feb 24 2016
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Was dreaming of how my, sister-in-law, had one of her demonstrations. This one, was suppose to be in my grandparents old house. Although, the house I saw, didn't look like it.
My grandparents house was actually, a cool place. It had a general store, on the side: That had been closed for a while. A hugh coke metal cooler, and a milk box, rest near. (Back, in the old honest days, when you could trust people.) A hugh yard: w crab apple trees, in the back, to play in.
The house had a pantry, and a walk in dry storage area. You needed that for outbreak of storms, and war. You would walk out of there; to the eating area, that had a cove for their old fashion refrigerator. The two parlors, circled the down stairs, with that old fashion stone like furniture, right out of those 40s, girl magazines. And, just before the dining area, was a hall w a stair case. It was such a small cove, the stairs were so tiny and, steep: Very old fashioned. The rooms at the perch, seemed too small. Perfect to house the short people, in the old days. The outside had one of those trap doors, that go into the ground, leading to the basement. The basement had tons, of shelves; holding the hot irons. Or, should I say, the cast iron ones. Old cameras, that you would pull the vinyl like lenses, out of. The store still had toys, for tots, in it. Hugh candy bars, in the hall leading to the store. Remember, all the stories, my grandfather liked to tell; when visiting. Use to love his spaghetti lunches. Now, only the ghost are serving. ❤
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