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I adored my maternal grandmother Essie Mae Wheeler. “Grandma” died when I was 9 years old, just a few days before my brother Thomas was born. I was an only child until my brother came along so I spent many a day at my grandmother’s house with my cousins. My family lived just right around the corner, but I spent most of my time at Grandma’s house. I had cousins that were close to my age, my aunt lived in the apartment at the top of the house, and it was one continuous slumber party with games, arguments, talent shows and family gatherings. We used to sit on the “stoop” in the evenings and play double-dutch rope right on the curb. I haven’t seen this house since we moved away when I was 10, but one day I was browsing Google earth and happened to find the house on the internet. It looked so small compared to when I was a kid, its still the same sunny yellow color that I remember though. My most precious childhood memories happened in this house, I can still smell my grandmother’s beef stew and her bread pudding that no one else in the family ever made like her. Grandma was a great lady who loved us all and left us far too soon, but she lives still in my heart. Thanks for the wonderful memories grandma!
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