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I remember back when I would walk up across the rail road tracks to the blue house on the corner of the street
Taking the ten steps to reach the front door
Pushing it open, i can still see it now.. the chandelier.. the finely lit staircase
The nice wooden floors, the perfect brown trim and the teal wallpaper..
You would walk a few steps before reaching a hallway... doors on each end
One end was a bedroom, the other was the kitchen and in-front of you lead to a dinning room. Keep walking straight.. and you will find an old grand father clock...
Turn to your left and walk through the dinning room to a small living room... turn right.. and it led you to the laundry room... take a sharp right and to the right of you is a bathroom.. keep walking straight.. you walk into the pantry.. then into the kitchen.. there's a table with four green chairs by the window... a huge refrigerator..
Right now I can picture her standing at the counter .. making food for all the veterans... probably the usual.. tuna noodles.. buttered bread.. and apple sauce..
After eating.. you ponder up to the bedroom.. open up the double doors..a bunch of dolls on a shelf.. a living room before you.. with a door that leads to an actual bedroom. The place was immaculate.. had three floors.. and up to 23 bedrooms inside.. along with two living-rooms and three bathrooms. The whole place was filled with light, delightful.. and full of life... I still remember the feeling of walking through it as i describe it to you.. A part of my child hood that I miss.. The owner passed away suddenly of a blood clot.. she was known was my granny.. she raised me in that big blue house.. She took care of 15 veterans.. her 10 grandchildren and her best friend. Such a wonderful lady, to this day i think of her every moment.. a big part of my past has left me.. and now I am lost.. She became the reason I visit the graveyard every Monday.. Sadly 3 years after her passing.. the blue house fell into a sort of dilemma.. infested with bed bugs.. and all of the men had to be moved.. so now.. i cant even go up and enjoy the beauty of the three story place.. that i grew up in.. and every now and then.. i see her face in the kitchen window... and i wish every day.. she was here.. so i could talk to her once more...
Dedicated to Helen Caccumise. The person who changed my world and introduced me to new things. I love you <3