This picture was taken long before I was born but there are items in the picture that stuck around long enough to become a big part of my favorite memories.
However, first things first; who are the people in the picture? That is my aunt Lu (Luana) on the back row wearing the gold necklace. Next to her are her children, Christie and Terry. That is my Mom on the far right. Grandma and Grandpa West are across the table. Dad probably took the picture.
Grandpa built this patio on the west side of his back yard. It was built right on the property line so it wasn't constructed to code. Grandpa said that the code inspector would come by from time to time and tell him that he had to take the patio down. Grandpa said that he would but never did. Finally, the code inspector gave up.
It was a good thing that Grandpa did not take down the patio. It was an important part of our family get togethers. Looking at this picture, I can feel the table cloth; it had kind of a waxy or oily feel. I can taste the shiny metal cups that we drank from. I can hear the clinking if the ice in the green glass pitcher of red kool-aid. Its a little hot under the patio, especially in the summertime. But Grandpa has a secret little door above the sink that he can open to let in a breeze.
Yes, that is a sink with running water on the patio. Just to the right and out of view is an old fashioned gas stove. Grandma would warm up the hot dogs in an old pot on the blue flame. Grandpa said he put the stove on the patio so that Grandma could do her canning outside and not heat up the house. But the only thing I ever saw her cook on it were the hot dogs.
Oh yes, that light above the sink was yellow. Being yellow, it wasn't supposed to attract the bugs as much. That was a sturdy picnic table. The benches were HEAVY! The floor of the patio was made of red and white lanscaping squares. Grandpa had them in a checkerboard pattern. The posts supporting the roof had little shelves built into them for Grandma to display her potted flowers.
I would like to have that old fashioned gas stove. I don't know what I would do with it though...
However, first things first; who are the people in the picture? That is my aunt Lu (Luana) on the back row wearing the gold necklace. Next to her are her children, Christie and Terry. That is my Mom on the far right. Grandma and Grandpa West are across the table. Dad probably took the picture.
Grandpa built this patio on the west side of his back yard. It was built right on the property line so it wasn't constructed to code. Grandpa said that the code inspector would come by from time to time and tell him that he had to take the patio down. Grandpa said that he would but never did. Finally, the code inspector gave up.
It was a good thing that Grandpa did not take down the patio. It was an important part of our family get togethers. Looking at this picture, I can feel the table cloth; it had kind of a waxy or oily feel. I can taste the shiny metal cups that we drank from. I can hear the clinking if the ice in the green glass pitcher of red kool-aid. Its a little hot under the patio, especially in the summertime. But Grandpa has a secret little door above the sink that he can open to let in a breeze.
Yes, that is a sink with running water on the patio. Just to the right and out of view is an old fashioned gas stove. Grandma would warm up the hot dogs in an old pot on the blue flame. Grandpa said he put the stove on the patio so that Grandma could do her canning outside and not heat up the house. But the only thing I ever saw her cook on it were the hot dogs.
Oh yes, that light above the sink was yellow. Being yellow, it wasn't supposed to attract the bugs as much. That was a sturdy picnic table. The benches were HEAVY! The floor of the patio was made of red and white lanscaping squares. Grandpa had them in a checkerboard pattern. The posts supporting the roof had little shelves built into them for Grandma to display her potted flowers.
I would like to have that old fashioned gas stove. I don't know what I would do with it though...
I think your Mom has some of those colored metal cups. I don't like the taste of them!
ReplyDeleteWas that "little secret door" to let air into the kitchen in the house? I don't know what we'd do with that stove either...I'm glad we don't have it. lol ;) Memories are fun though.