Grandmas House
by Helen V. Lundt
There was a time in my life, a happy time, when I was young and lived with my grandmother.
She was a tall sturdy woman; she wore a cotton dress with a clean apron every day. I remember the orange cotton stockings and black tie-up shoes, with thick heels. Her hair was gray and pulled back in a bun, where the rest of it showed some waves throughout, as though rebelling.
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