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In granny's kitchen

10/17/2012

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The wind is blasting the rain at my window today. 
And in the blink of an eye, I am transported back to my small granny's house. 
I can hear the wind in the chimney and the fire blazing in the Aga. 
I can hear the clock tick tock on the high mantel. 
I can see the faded roses winding up the wall paper. 
I can see the oilcloth on the table. 
I can smell that particular smell of granny's house. 
I can feel the warmth and weight of the mug of tea in my hand.
But most of all I can feel the love I always felt in her company. 
I can feel the way stress would unwind and time would stop running and rushing by. 
The quiet and calm of her... 
And I can look into my heart and see that what she gave me is woven in to every fibre of my being.
And I can feel that peace again.
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Mairead link
10/17/2012 09:18:43 am

Martine - I love this beautiful picture of your granny's kitchen you drew with your words . I felt as if I was transported back in time to my own granny's kitchen. I remember the cuckoo clock, with soft hum-drum tickings in the background, then waiting for the cuckoo to burst out on the hour. I would watch my uncle carefully pulling the chains with methodical efficiency each evening, and begging him to make the cuckoo pop out. He loved to do it when we least expected it. My granny's parlor had that faded rose pattern wall paper too. Thanks so much - this little trip down memory lane made my day today.

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Martine Brennan link
10/18/2012 03:36:02 pm

I am so glad Mairead..some days we just need our grannies. M x

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