Moments In Time

As I sit by my computer and look up at the wall a certain picture captures my attention...it's a photograph of my Grandma Lee at just about the age I am now...she's sitting in her overstuffed velvety soft, metal riveted easy chair...resting her head back against a hand crocheted doilie. I am totally drawn back in time feeling like a lost two old who aches to be held in those arms.  Next to her chair is a table that holds a photograph of my Mom in her graduation gown and next to it is a picture of me at age two. This photograph can instantly take me back to Grandmom's wonderful house, which was filled with nooks and crannies, just wonderful places to grow and explore. Because of the war, my dad was in the Marines, Mom worked hard and Grandmom took care of me.  Gran's house was a old colonial type with a wrap around wide porch, roll up awnings and of course, lots of wicker rockers including a big couch swing.  The heat of the summer would make the storms sometimes fierce..but little could stop me from cuddling up on the swing to watch the storm roll on in..the lightening, the pounding rain cascading off the awnings...I was so in touch with nature it felt magical. Now when I hear the thunder rolling in, I find myself wishing I could be young again...hiding on that porch listening to the rain.  Miss you, Grandma