and this
went to see my grandparents up north or down east as they say (and they do) watching my grandfather slowly lose his mind he sees me and begins to dance though he might not remember the story - i do. dancing on his feet at three. wandering the house which has been in our family for generations smelling old wood and mothballs, also smoke and wet. the bathroom off my room, the one i always stay in which i call the dollhouse room, it has a claw foot tub which i can strech my entire 5'9" (maybe 5' 8" and 1/2 if i'm honest) frame out in.
the towel bar above the tub reads "no handhold here" - my grandfather's typewritten memo
they talk of selling the house, my grandmother insists its "just nostalgia" which makes us hold so hard to a house but i think nostalgia can be important
the towel bar above the tub reads "no handhold here" - my grandfather's typewritten memo
they talk of selling the house, my grandmother insists its "just nostalgia" which makes us hold so hard to a house but i think nostalgia can be important