Revisiting Grandma’s House

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Grandmother’s house was much smaller than I remembered, much shabbier. I lived far away, hardly visited. Her small table was a little rickety, and the varnish was gone in places. The linoleum floor was so old.

“Grandma,” I whispered “you were worthy of a mansion.” On top of an old pie cabinet was the big brass bucket.

A memory so strong it took away my breath – Grandma heating up water in the bucket on her stove to pour in my bath. She sang an old hymn, looking at me with so much love.

I sat in her rocker and cried.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

In this week’s photo we see the top of some sort of wooden cabinet. On top of it is a rust colored bucket with a handle close to the top rim. There are other objects next to it but I can’t tell what they are.

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Written in response to Rochelle’s challenge to write a story in exactly 100 words, inspired by the photo she provided.

3 April 2026
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I’m a paralegal, a widow, mother and grandmother.

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