Preparing for the holidays we found ourselves with many projects in the kitchen. One December evening I was perched in Gram's kitchen sink carefully hanging 2 Turtle Doves and a Partridge in a Pear Tree in the panes of her windows. Nick was wrapping gifts when a piece of tissue paper flew out of control, connected with a candle, and started quite a fire. The three of us were in quite a tizzy as we hustled to put out our flames. By the time our parents came to pick us up all was calm again and Gram quite brightly mentioned that we only had one "major scene."
How was your day? Did you have any major scenes?
At the dining room table we spent countless hours with watercolors. Nature scenes, fall leaves, flowers, tress, and the occasional angel were our typical inspiration. When the colors didn't blend quite right or a leaf looked too unruly Gram would advise, "Just throw it on the floor!" We would laugh, I would throw it, and we would move on to something else for awhile. Until the next glance down when the unusual blending would actually appear to be quite lovely and the unruly leaf a unique addition to an otherwise generic floral arrangement.
If it seems beyond repair, look again from a new angle.
In the top drawer of her dresser, along with the jewelry collection I was fascinated by, Gram kept the magical Boo Boo Fan. On summer nights my legs would jump and itch after a full day of playing making it very difficult to settle down. As she opened the fan and began to recite our made up fan chant I would slowly fall asleep.
Winds from the West, Cool Breeze from the East...take your mind off it.
Watching Sesame Street in the living room we contracted a serious case of the giggles as Bert and Ernie sang their song. There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in the bucket. Dear Liza, a hole! Oops, I lost... Oops, I spilled... Oops, I forgot... All of those statements would forever be answered with, "So, fix it dear Henry." Because once Liza and Henry were in the conversation we could surely find some humor in the situation.
SOOOOO? Fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry. Just fix it dear Henry. Just fix up the hole.
935 is more than just a house it is a collection of a million moments and many of my best memories. This weekend the house stands empty. Gram's thing have been moved to her new home or shared with ours. Later this week Melissa, my best birthday present ever, will sign the papers and move in to the house I can easily say was/is my favorite place on Earth. I am certain she will fill the walls with laughter, love, and cut lavender bouquets. And, hopefully throwing this on the floor tonight will help this little hole in my heart to stop leaking from my eyes.
With what shall I fix it dear Liza, dear Liza. With what shall I fix it, dear Liza? This hole.