In my grandmother's home there was a "Little Room". And to the this "Little Room" there was a door. I treasure this door, this pink door with a window on top and a cold knob.
Springtime at Grandma's house meant mud pies and apple blossoms. Dressing up in skirts and blouses that were far too big for our girlish frames. Purses and scarves hung from our shoulders and necks. Ruth was my grandmother's name.
Such sweet memories! Love the pics.
ReplyDeleteI think Ruth is a lovely name(that's what we called our eldest daughter;o)
How lovely :) :)
ReplyDeleteVery pretty! What wonderful memories too. I think about my grandma all the time :)
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