NANNY comes in sight along the narrow piney path. The
SIGHT of her brings images of hot soups, warm biscuits, sweet
PINEY smells from the trees at the back of her garden, the
perOXIDE she still uses to clean everything, including the bath.
Dream of my childhood
Photo and poem such good complements.
It’s me as a child with my maternal grandmother…I don’t remember the occasion at all, but it was rare for her to indulge in anything that looked even as lively as this! My mother and I lived with her and my granddad until both of them died – he when I was eight, and she when I was in my middle teens…
This is a lovely snapshot of family history, both picture and your “caption” paragraph.
Thank you for sharing these memories of childhood.