Journaling says:Between the ChairsGrandma Ethel and Grandpa Dan lived in a little house on Hill Street in Davison, Michigan. I thought the street was named after me because my last name was Hill—and my grandmother’s last name was Allen at this time. Her first husband, Thomas Clifford Hill had died about a month before my mom and dad were married, so Grandpa Dan was her second husband, and the only grandfather I ever knew. Grandpa Dan built this little house. It had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room with a wonderful stone fireplace. Above the mantel, there was a painting of a beautiful horse. My grandfather owned a horse, and also spent a lot of time at the local racetrack! He loved horses, and everything about them. There was also a brass horse on the coffee table in front of the sofa that my sister and I played with. My grandfather had a huge wicker rocking chair in the living room. It was always a place I loved to sit. It felt cozy and warm, and smelled like my grandfather—maybe like a pipe. His pipe humidor was on a little table next to this chair—and I’m sure that is where the smell came from. The living room had two overstuffed chairs. These chairs were my “bed” when we visited. They would push the two chairs together so the seats met, and it formed a cozy little bed with the arms to keep me cozy. It was the best little bed! I loved it!I was very sad when I got too big to fit between the chairs! After that, my bed was on the floor next to my sister—who had outgrown the cozy little bed several years before. The house also had a full basement—which, in later years, my grandmother had remodeled to include more living space. It eventually had a kitchen, a bathroom, and a large living space. The basement also housed the infamous LAUNDRY TUBS. That is where my sister and I got to take a bath when we visited grandma. Why the laundry tubs? I’m not sure—maybe we were too dirty for the bathtub!! All I remember was that I loved to take a bath in the laundry tub. (Maybe THAT’S why we took a bath there!) The house had a big circular drive, coming in on one side of the house, continuing to the back of the house, and then around behind the house, and finally out the other side of the house. The road was a dirt road. An interesting fact was Grandpa Dan’s x-wife lived across the street! Her and my grandmother learned to be great friends. My sister and I called her Aunt Erma, and always went to visit her when we went to Davison. His daughter Dorothy lived there too, and his granddaughter Leora lived there when her mom wanted to have some free time. Leora was a little older than I was, but a little younger than my sister. We liked playing with her—there weren’t many kids in the neighborhood!! I’m not sure why everybody in the family lived on the same road. I guess people just did that in those days. Maybe Grandpa just liked his family around him. My grandfather owned his own business. It was a septic tank business. He made the septic tanks, and then installed them at people’s homes. My Aunt Meryl (Grandma Ethels’ sister) said my grandfather was a “dandy”. I thought she meant he was DANDY to do such needed work. Back then, though, Dandy had a much different meaning.