Grandma's House
My late Gran was a lovely lady, and I had many good times staying with her at her big old house in South Wales, but she was a tough old lady too, and didn't really appreciate the sensitive nature of kids.

First of all, the family house she lived in alone for the last 20 years of her life was very big and old and was the gloomiest, eeriest place I'd ever been when I was a kid. It was all dark corners, creaking floorboards, and sepia photographs. I always just wanted to sit in the lounge with her, with the lights all on, and watch TV, but she would insist on sending me out to the fridge (which was in the garage for some obscure reason) for drinks. The longest walk... it still sends a shiver down my spine.

However, the bit that has always really stuck with me was the night she told me, just as I was heading to bed, that the room I was sleeping in was where her Grandmother, my Great Grandfather, my Great Grandmother, one of her infant Brothers, and her Husband had died.

Thanks Gran.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 13:56, Reply)