When I was a little girl we lived with my grandmother, Nani, off and on… sometimes more on than off! Because my Daddy was in the Air Force we were always moving from one place to another and many times we would end up at Nani’s in between assignments. Three times we lived at Nani’s for an extended period of time when my Dad went “remote”. And that was perfectly fine with me. I loved my grandmother’s house.
I loved the way it looked and smelled and the way it was cool and dark in the hot humid summers. I loved sitting on her front porch rocking away in one of her sturdy green rocking chairs during thunderstorms and feeling so safe! My grandmother’s house was really nothing special… not fancy or palatial. Really very ordinary!!!