Grama's Bed

I can remember when I was a little girl and would climb in bed with Grama when I came to visit her.

First of all, I have to tell you a little about Grama's room. It was on the second floor of the house. She had painted it a peachy-pink, there are pictures and plates on the walls and little treasures on her nightstands and dressers. Now for her bed. It was brought over from England by her Grandparents. While they were in a nice sunny cabin, the household things were in the hold of the ship (this is a dark place in the bottom of the ship). When they finally landed in New York 5 weeks later, they had to find the company who would ship everything across the country to the Pacific coast. This took longer than the trip at sea.

The bed has beautiful carvings on the headboard, is brownish gold in color, and smells of lemons. She always kept a white lace spread on it, and would change the underspread from time to time. I liked helping her as we made a game of changing it. We would puff it up with air, and watch it fall over the bed. Sometimes we would do this 3 or 4 times. I liked it most when she put the purple undercover on and then changed the pillow cases to purple, pink and white flowers. It just made it seem so old-fashioned.

Grama and I would lay in her bed, and talk about all kinds of wonderful things. I liked it when Grama would talk about things in her past when she was a little girl, with her grandmother in this very bed. We sometimes planned what we would do that day, but most of all, I liked the loving memories she gave to me.

Whenever I smell lemons, I think of Grama, her bed and our special talks together. And I sit down and call her on the phone just to talk and let her know that I love her very much.