Mullberry Street

We were in Abilene for a few short days this weekend, and made it a priority to visit our Nannie at Mullberry Street.

This house holds lots of memories for me. The smell of toasted bread with cheese melted on top, fudge in a box on top of the fridge, drinking cold water from a green glass jar.

Smelling Nannie's bright pink phlox along the driveway, watching Nannie and Dubbie steal a kiss in the front yard. Their creaky floor covered with carpet.

Playing Cooties on the big bed, Grandmo and Pickle (my great-grandmothers) sitting in their chairs crocheting, my feet dangling from the shoe-shine bench.

Too many memories to write down in one post, and all too precious to forget. I so want Gracie and Jonah to have memories in this house too.