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Bits are all I have of Grandma now; a table, a plate, a tall brown pitcher that held buttermilk for more than one generation's mealtimes; a vase, a painting, a miniature cup and saucer, bought for her on a trip to Seattle when Mom was fifteen and I was still seven years in the future. After so much time in Grandma's house the bits are as familiar as the scarf she wore when she baked Saturday cookies. Bits are all I have of Grandma now - bits that linger like scent in the empty Evening in Paris perfume bottle. |
