Friday, June 4, 2010

Ivy's home.

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Flashback Friday

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A very long time ago, when i was little, my mom and i would go to visit her mother. My grandma Ivy. She lived somewhere around Winlock, Washington, way off up some little country road out in the woods. My mom called the house "a shack". And, i suppose it was, by a lot of people's standards, but to me it was the perfect place.
My mom's brother,Cleo, lived there with her off and on, and he had an old logging horse, Ned. Cleo was the favorite of all us kids, but Ned was who i wanted to spend my time with. He was the first horse i ever sat upon. He was big!
The house had a water well where Ivy got her water. She actually cranked it up in a bucket on a rope! She had a vegetable garden, and she cooked on a wood stove. I remember seeing her sit on her little vanity stool at night, brushing her hair to re-braid it for bed. Her hair fell to the floor. I thought it was beautiful.
She would take me by the hand and she, my mother and i would go into the woods to pick blackberries, huckleberries, salmon berries, thimble berries and wild raspberries. She had tin coffee cans with wire strung through holes in the cans, so we could hang the cans on our arms and have both hands for picking.
To this day the taste of a fresh blackberry makes me feel like a little girl again.
I was a little afraid of Ivy. She was very strict, and seemed not to like anybody, but i loved her home and how she lived, so i guess i loved her too. I know i loved going to visit her and Cleo.

                                                    This is what her place looked like in the late 80s, long after
                                                     she had died.
                                                           This is Ivy, Cleo and Ned.




5 comments:

  1. What sweet memories. Thanks for playing along this week.

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  2. That is a very large horse! My grandmother used to make the best blackberry jam. She lived in Oregon and would go pick wild ones from the forest next to her house, always carried her shotgun with her when she went after she encountered a bear enjoying the berry's too.

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  3. thanks for sharing. loved the photos. have a good weekend rose

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  4. This is a wonderful memory! A moment of a simpler time...thanks for sharing this. I enjoyed the visual images of the well and your grandma brushing her hair. Keep your flag-a-wavin'! Joan

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  5. linda just wanted you to know that i added extra photos of my home esp. the car check it out. rose

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