Yesterday, I promised to tell the story of my earliest memory:
I was 2 or 3 and staying with my Grandparents in Michigan while my little brother was in the hospital. I call them Cecil and Helen now since they are both dead; but back then, they were 'gandpa' and 'gamma'. I remember them taking me to an apple cider mill in or around Clarkston where they lived. In addition to wonderful apple cider, they had hot sugar and spice cake donuts that were all served out of the actual windmill that pressed the apples.
The mill had some tables to sit at outside next to a little creek ... and here's the memory ... after having my donut and cider, I got to walk across the huge (2 foot) creek by stepping on the stones that had been placed across it. This may not sound like much, but I was king of the world !- did I mention there were donuts? I tried to find it when I went back (about 10 years ago) but sadly, the cider house rules no more.
There was an extra room at gamma's up in the attic with two beds. I don't remember this myself, but I know it happened because when I graduated from highschool, they gave me the 4 Mickey mouse sheets and 2 pillow cases for my new dorm room. C-man uses them now.
3 comments:
donuts you say???? HUMMM....do I detect a theme inside a theme beginning?
You can't go back.
When I was three I remember running into a huge ditch at my grandfather's house in Arizona that I needed a lot of help to get out of. When we visited ten years later I realized that the huge ditch was an insignificant two to three feet high and didn't look as grand as I had remembered it.
my parents would always take us up to the local cider mill in louisburg for cider and donuts and now we are doing the same. Yum!
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