{5.30.08}

remembering

this morning a member gifted the office with a beautiful bouquet of white lilacs. all day, the sweet smell reminded me of redding california and my grandma skipper. my eyes fill with tears as i struggle to remember the memories.

i remember the thick rope on the swing that would rub my small hands raw from holding on for dear life as i was pushed so high i could touch heaven.

i remember the sound of the swamp cooler.

i remember grandma's "vintage turquoise" bathroom.

i remember sky-high corn stalks in grandma's garden.

i remember black widows. 

i remember mug root beer t-shirts.

i remember funky oil lamps.  

i remember grandma's wet kisses.

...and it all started with the smell of lilacs.