"Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house we go ..."
It was always a treat to go to Grandmother’s house. The delicious smell of soup met you at the door and took you to the kitchen. Grandmother’s dishes were charming with their scalloped edges and faded blue color. The round soup spoons seemed like little ponds with floating crackers. Cranberries were delicious to the taste, way better than store purchased cranberries. They had substance and a tiny tart taste. Grandmother had a mysterious door my sisters, cousins, and I wanted to go through and find out what was behind it. We did once and were fascinated with all that lay within. Grandmother had a queenly air about her. We felt like we were in the presence of a lady. We all loved going “Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house ...!
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