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For our grans' group challenge -- scrap a place and journal it. Journaling reads (overlook typos in this part, they aren't in the layout) As a child the people who meant the very most to me, who will forever live in my heart, were my Dad and my two sets of grandparents. This house was Ging and GaBill's -- and it wasn't just a house. It was unconditional love, happiness, safety, and understanding. How we loved coming here, but after Dad died, I needed this house and those two loving people in it as much as I needed air to breathe. When Dad died, my mother, for all intents and purposes also died. She became the woman who married a man with a huge family less than a year after Dad died, who was never at home, but instead working, and who put me (age 11) in charge of her new family. When I was not cooking, cleaning, ironing, doing laundry, or at school, this was one of the two houses that were my refuge. How I loved to "go to Ging's" as we called it. Grandad was very important too, but all of us grandchildren said we were "going to Gings". From the time I was a baby, this had always been a place of laughter and magic and dreams. Ging and I would cut out paper dolls, make popcorn, make fudge, listen to records, play board games, read books. Then each summer, my best cousin in the whole world got to come to Ging's to spend the summer and I'd move out to Ging's too. The hours we spent building treehouses, exploring the pasture, sleeping outside till we got scared and had to retreat to the house--those were the best years of both our adolescence. After Dad died I was no longer allowed the fun times, busy taking care of Mother's family, and then this house and that of my other grandparents, Gobby and Grandad, became vital to my very existence. To those houses I could go to cry, to laugh, to dream, and even be angry (these were not allowed at home). After Grandpa/Dad and I married, Ging and Gobby helped teach me to be a mom, loved my kids as grandparents instead of great-grandparents--and to this day are the ONLY grandparents they think of when that word is mentioned. So what you are looking at is not "just a house" in Beaver Crossing, Nebraska, an old farm -- it IS love, safety, a haven, a welcoming heart, and understanding. When Dad died, my world as I knew it ended, but what never changed were my grandparents. Their love, their caring, their joy over our children, their love of my husband -- made things right again. Looking at this picture you get to SEE love.
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