Going to Grandpas House

Now I know most remember going to Grandmas house.
I like to remember going to visit my Grandpa.

Yes, that can be confusing since they lived in the
same house. Yes, I liked going to see Grandma too.

Its just that Grandpa had an extra way of making
me feel extra special. He doted on me. He always
made sure I was ok, that my brothers didnt bother me.

He always cooked the best pancakes and syrup.
Ok, Grandma cooked the pancakes most the time,
but his syrup was the best I ever tasted.

We used to go to visit them quite often as my
Mom was going to college and needed a place
to leave us.

We had the run of the farm, and
loved that. There were many cats and cows
and other critters to love there. I even remember
a batch of baby mice one time. The only
details of that...are that it was my first understanding
of survival of the fittest and the difference between
pets and rodents.

My Parents and Grandparents were brave.
They also had a wanderlust, hope of a better
future in a new place, and deep love of the land.

Their move to Missouri when my Mother was
8 months pregnant with me still amazes me to
this day. To take that change on and be
successful at it is the true meaning of following
a Dream.

Now they never told me they were successful.
I assumed that from my own memories of growing
up in a place that allowed me to roam free most
of the time. A place where there were nooks and
crannies always full of adventure and discovery.

Trees to climb, animals and pets to love. Ponds
to adventure around, old buildings with rooms
un occupied except by cobwebs.

I could and did spend many times just sitting in
a tree, looking out over the Scenery. I used to
sit above where the Hollyhocks and Sweet Peas
were planted and smell that lovely smell and
watch the bees buzz around them, knowing
I could catch the fresh breezes and escape
from whatever my Brother's lates scheme was
to hear me yell.