Not much has changed since I was a child. I think it bothers my grandmother, but to me and to my father when he was alive, there is comfort in the consistency. So many things, from the sound that the old doors make when they open and close, to the taste of the water back when their water came from a well, not to mention my grandmother's homemade blackberry jelly, these are all things that are embedded in my memory.
Sitting on the front porch, you can hear so many different varieties of birds chirping; my favorite is the Bobwhite. They have a beautiful veggie garden, a compost pile, a clothesline (which makes me want one every time I visit them), and a swing set with big metal slide that my grandfather made himself! I remember my dad saying they would get wax paper and slide down to make it as slippery as possible.
My grandmother and I talked about what might happen to the place when she and my grandfather are gone. She says she doesn't much care and that my grandfather won't discuss it. I wonder just how many of us cousins would love to keep the property in the family. I know there are at least two of us.
During this visit, I overheard my grandfather describe some folks they knew as "good country people that enjoy being together". The words echoed in my ears; so much so that I had to write it down. It just perfectly describes the family I come from.