I buried a nickel under the porch when I was 8, she said, but one day my grandma died & they sold the house & I never got to go back for it. A nickel used to mean something, I said. She nodded. It still does, she said & then she started to cry.
~ Brian Andreas, StoryPeople
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Missing her every day, she never wanted to leave this little house and move away but so glad she did so I could have all those years in NC with her. Wish time moved more slowly.
...and kids today spend so much time wishing their life away. Sad.
I remember a house just like this that we used to ride bikes too. Those WERE the GOOD ole days.
We SURE DO miss u gramma.....
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