tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11815527.post4155052712807301662..comments2008-03-22T22:56:43.707-07:00woof nannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585916446298818033noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11815527.post-39010454637468914792008-03-22T22:56:00.000-07:002008-03-22T22:56:00.000-07:00Oh Barb, you are so eloquent.kthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09130035379621517356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11815527.post-24946355588725262592008-03-21T15:52:00.000-07:002008-03-21T15:52:00.000-07:00You describe it so well. Even I can picture it. <BR/><BR/>My Nana's house was home for me. I still have her jewellery box. Occassionally I open it so I can smell her house and be right back there. There are some places that will always be home in our hearts long after they have changed.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104888569826428540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11815527.post-51328210105100520532008-03-21T11:24:00.000-07:002008-03-21T11:24:00.000-07:00What a lovely post this is. You have made your times with your Grandma in her home jump right off the page.<BR/><BR/>Reminds me of the longing in Emily's voice in "Our Town".Pattie - Chicagoland, ILhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00266118934262083104noreply@blogger.com