As a kid I always loved my grandparents house but as I've gotten older I've learned to appreciate it more than I ever thought possible. It is the home my grandpa built not longer after he and my grandma were married. It is the home my mom and uncle grew up in. It is where every Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter has been spent since I was a kid. And where I'd go for 1 or 2 weeks every summer, no brothers allowed, just me and grandma and grandpa (both brothers also had their week alone each summer). Every time I'm there I think of a new memory I'd forgotten over the years and I always learn something new while talking with my grandma. This past weekend was no different (I learned how to can corn!) and since I had my camera along I thought I'd share a few pictures of my favorite place in the whole world, the home my grandfather built.
I am a super nostalgic person so I just love this!! Sadly my grandparents on both sides have passed away and there houses were torn down...We do have a lakehouse that was my grandparents and we all loooove to go out there. xoxo
ReplyDeleteThis pace is fabulous! Love all your sweet memories there!
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