Grandma Laura and Papa’s

This tiny house held a family of 6. This is where my Mom grew up and where I spent many summers of my childhood. I miss this house. I wish I could go inside and see it. One strange memory I have is the smell of the garage, where Papa would be often during the days. I loved that smell. Musty. Sometimes my garage gets that smell and I just stand there, sniffing the air until the smell goes away.

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