Memories & Nostalgia

I’m watching the news as I eat my lunch…maybe not the best thing to do most of the time, but it’s funny what little things will trigger a memory. As they were showing the weather, and giving the amount of snow that has fallen in the Boston area, I immediately thought of my grandparents, who lived in the beautiful suburbs of Boston. The only time I was ever at my grandparents in the winter was as an adult when we gathered in January for my Grandmothers funeral, we only went in the summer to vacation.

As I’ve mentioned before, my grandfather was always one to be the first to get anything, or so it seemed, and I remember his first snow blower, hearing stories about the snow blower, and since he was the first person I knew who had one in my younger days, I immediately think of him when I see one.

It’s cold outside, there is snow on the ground and flurries in the air, and it’s cold where my grandparents used to live, but my heart is warm with memories.