Just imagine going to your Grandma's house when you were just a little girl.
Wasn't it the happiest place to be?
It definitely was for me.
I knew where everything was and I knew exactly what I wanted to do when I was there.
We would all pile in the car and start driving towards Milo, Idaho. (yes, it is in the middle of nowhere.)
As we got close we would all place bets on what time we thought we would be there.
We also knew the sign of Grandma and Grandpa's house by the huge silo out in front.
Dad would start speeding to get there at the time he said. He usually won too.
All the kids screaming, "Slow down!" "Speed up!" "Go faster!"
Once we got there, it didn't really matter who won anyways!
That thought quickly faded away as we all would race inside to see Grandma. Grandpa would usually be asleep by this time. While trying to keep our voices down we would talk with Grandma while she would feed us and then get us all settled into where we would be sleeping.
As morning would come, we would wake up and help make the best home made waffles and eggs with bacon!
You never knew what quite awaited you after that.
Sometimes they would flood the gardens and lawn and we would run around playing in the man made dirty swimming pool. Jumping on the tramp and being covered from head to toe in wet grass and mud.
Other times we would ride Tonka (the horse) around the fields or feed him carrots.
We always helped with the huge gardens picking all kinds of vegetables along with strawberries and raspberries.
If we were lucky, grandma would allow us to use her fine China, dress up in fancy dresses, and have a old fashioned tea party out in the secret garden. We would make tons of finger foods and yummy treats to eat and go out there and chat away with the cousins. Laughing and trying to talk with some ridiculous english accents!
The tree house was a fun place to visit on warm summer days.
Grandpa would usually drag me a long with him to go grocery shopping. Which consisted of going to every grocery store slash market possible, writing down the prices, and then going back to buy the best deals on everything. These trips would last about 3 hours. I think I only ever went once...
Grandma would always make us home made plato to play with or let us make our own mini loafs of bed while she would make real bread. As I got older I was aloud to help make the "real" bread. I still, to this day, enjoy making pies, bread, and rolls with my grandma.
Grandpa runs around out side bare foot all the time. Sun or snow. It didn't/doesn't matter.
Grandma always had paintings she was working on. Beautiful projects that we could look through. She is a very talented artist.
Grandpa collects rocks all around the house! They are everywhere. He would take me and walk me around, showing me all the different rocks. This would take hours if you let him go that far. He has stories for each one. He is always concerned about everyones well being and isn't afraid to say anything to anyone. If you get called into the office... you know your in for a talk. They always turn out good. Either the office or a walk through the field to a secret bench where he sits and talks to you about everything for a good hour. He is a great talker/listener.
Sundays always consist of church and an amazing roast with all the sides for Sunday dinner. Homemade of course. Grandma is a wonderful cook! I could never get sick of her meals!
My favorite thing to see is that my grandparents always hold hands during a prayer. I think it is the sweetest thing.
Grandma is the woman who raised 11 kids and can do it all.
Grandpa is the "mayor of Milo" and "The handsomest guy around".
Together they make great grandparents.
These are just a few memories.
I hope to always remember them.
They made my childhood, and still do as I keep growing up.
I could never forget these unforgettable memories.
-Madi Lou (as grandma would say)
You never knew what quite awaited you after that.
Sometimes they would flood the gardens and lawn and we would run around playing in the man made dirty swimming pool. Jumping on the tramp and being covered from head to toe in wet grass and mud.
Other times we would ride Tonka (the horse) around the fields or feed him carrots.
We always helped with the huge gardens picking all kinds of vegetables along with strawberries and raspberries.
If we were lucky, grandma would allow us to use her fine China, dress up in fancy dresses, and have a old fashioned tea party out in the secret garden. We would make tons of finger foods and yummy treats to eat and go out there and chat away with the cousins. Laughing and trying to talk with some ridiculous english accents!
The tree house was a fun place to visit on warm summer days.
Grandpa would usually drag me a long with him to go grocery shopping. Which consisted of going to every grocery store slash market possible, writing down the prices, and then going back to buy the best deals on everything. These trips would last about 3 hours. I think I only ever went once...
Grandma would always make us home made plato to play with or let us make our own mini loafs of bed while she would make real bread. As I got older I was aloud to help make the "real" bread. I still, to this day, enjoy making pies, bread, and rolls with my grandma.
Grandpa runs around out side bare foot all the time. Sun or snow. It didn't/doesn't matter.
Grandma always had paintings she was working on. Beautiful projects that we could look through. She is a very talented artist.
Grandpa collects rocks all around the house! They are everywhere. He would take me and walk me around, showing me all the different rocks. This would take hours if you let him go that far. He has stories for each one. He is always concerned about everyones well being and isn't afraid to say anything to anyone. If you get called into the office... you know your in for a talk. They always turn out good. Either the office or a walk through the field to a secret bench where he sits and talks to you about everything for a good hour. He is a great talker/listener.
Sundays always consist of church and an amazing roast with all the sides for Sunday dinner. Homemade of course. Grandma is a wonderful cook! I could never get sick of her meals!
My favorite thing to see is that my grandparents always hold hands during a prayer. I think it is the sweetest thing.
Grandma is the woman who raised 11 kids and can do it all.
Grandpa is the "mayor of Milo" and "The handsomest guy around".
Together they make great grandparents.
These are just a few memories.
I hope to always remember them.
They made my childhood, and still do as I keep growing up.
I could never forget these unforgettable memories.
-Madi Lou (as grandma would say)
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