Oops

Well, I goofed. This is supposed to be last weeks page, but I didn’t do it on time. I’m sorry about this, and to make up I will try to do the next several early.

Anyway, on my last page I wrote about my Grandma Jo. This week I will write about my other grandma, whose name is Eleanore.

She used to live in Colorado, but recently moved. Her house was large for someone living by herself, so she loved it when we came to visit. I really liked her house because, as I said last time, MN is sadly lacking in mountains, and you could see the mountains from her house. One of my favorite areas in the house was my grandfathers workshop. It was in the basement, so it was always cool.

I liked it because my grandfather built clocks, and a lot of the ones he put together were hanging on the walls or siting on counters. Also he had a part bin where he kept parts for he clocks. Because I never got to know my grandfather, being in that room helped me learn a bit about him. I liked the rest of the basement too, because of all the old things Grandma Eleanore stored there. There were old 8-track records, and boxes with aging labels.

The thing I liked most about going to her house, however, was seeing her. She is a short woman, and she is a nice person. She is the kind of person who (I think) has "grandmother" written all over her. She is a normal grandmother, except for a few things. She loves telling stories about what she has done. I found that out when I talked to her for my school project (see England family travel brochure). She always tries to come to my choir concerts, and I always love it when she comes. Once she even came to one of my rehearsals. She takes long walks to keep healthy. She doesn’t serve milk and cookies, but milk is what we always drank at dinner.

When she was in the process of moving we helped her pack and clean up the basement. It was strange for me because I was helping her to throw out some of the things she had and sell others because they wouldn’t fit where she was moving. That was strange because it seemed to me that we were going through her memories, and tossing some of them out.

When I last saw her, we were at Cindy’s wedding. It now seems amazing that I used to be shorter than her, because I am now 6’ 0.5" but I still feel like I’m the same height I always was.

Now she lives in Eugene, OR. I haven’t seen where she is living now, but I have seen the floor plan of the building. I hope I can see it someday, but I might not get the chance.