Grandma's house was one of my favorite
places to be. When I ponder on the
"why" of that, I find peace and
acceptance in that place. There is no
recollection of strife and especially no
memory of a face that showed any
disappointment. My memories at "Gramma's"
were full of wonder and exploration, new
adventures and old relics, good cooking
and big gardens. It was wonderful.
Everyone should have a place where they
feel totally loved and safe like I did.
In Evening at Grandma's,
I want to remind everyone of that happy
place, where we are free to discover
things on our own, accidentally let the
chickens out, paint outside the lines,
and rummage through the stuff in the
back of the barn. I hope you have that
in your memory and still have it in your
present - for it is true living.
~ Mark Keathley
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