beautiful cherry tree cottage ...
This is the cottage my grandparents lived in for many years, I wonder why they didn't have a pale pink front door? I spent many a Saturday morning here with my brother as a child. I have so many happy memories of this place, I don't know where to start. Here are just a few naughty things me and my brother used to get up to, don't forget we were very young!
Rolling marbles from the top to the bottom of the stairs!
Hiding a hard bristle brush underneath the covers on my grandad's side of the bed!
Planting water bombs on top of granny and grandads' bedroom door!
Here are some more sensible memories!
I would get a spelling lesson from grandad without fail every week. We would sit in the sunroom which was sandwiched between the kitchen and the workshop. Don't ask me why but the spelling of the word onion sticks in my mind to this day!
Once granny took the lid of the pressure cooker too soon and rice pudding exploded all over the ceiling!
We would have prunes and custard and granny had special dishes with rims around the edge to place our stones!
I would play washing-up standing on a stool at the kitchen sink!
I took great pleasure in tidying up granny's store cupboard, putting tins in neat rows, much to my Mum's annoyance!
Granny would make her own cream in a cream-maker. It tasted like Nestles, yummy!
Granny and grandad kept one tin especially for sweet biscuits (pink wafers and Nice) and one tin for savoury ones (Cheddars and Cream Crackers)!
I have told you this one before. Granny's Birds trifles were always on the slant!
I wonder if my brother can remember any more?
This post was inspired after seeing a lovely photo of cherry blossom on Carolyn's blog Willow House.
I'd love to hear of your special memories of your grandparents?