perfume…

…reminders

of grandma

and days gone by

i remember when - my grandma lived - with us for a time - she’d broken her hip - and couldn’t be alone - and so she moved in - with us which made for - a really full house - a very large family - in a really tiny house - lots of small kiddos - running around, lots of noise - but great interaction - and wonderful homemade - pastries by grandma - the old world german kind - and her german books - and baubles and costume jewelry - and various makeups - such fabulous childhood - memories to draw from - all filled with love

this perfume bottle - always sat out next - to her jewelry box - with some other little - trinkets and hatpins - it was one of - my favorites because of - the pink flower - and never failed to make it…

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happy day.....