We didn’t go that many places that I remember growing up but one of my special memories is going to Grandma Moore’s house. Grandma was blind and so we had to go visit her if we wanted to see her.

      Grandma lived in an old house that had an upstairs. I remember being fascinated by the tiny stairway that wound its way around and around til you got to the top. It was a very small area and I remember it being dark.

      It seemed to me that her house was ancient and that her furniture was a hundred years old. I thought it was the most beautiful furniture I had ever seen!

      I remember the bathroom was a little room that had been added to the side of the house. There was a claw foot tub that absolutely filled me with awe. I used to pretend I had to go to the bathroom just so I could look at the tub!