December 12, 2006
The house was an imposing, three storey Victorian, painted white. It had three porches, a barn which was now used as a garage, and a circular driveway with a dramatic weeping willow in the middle. We always used the back door, passing the cellar stairs and the pantry, arriving in the kitchen, where our grandparents greeted us joyfully. We almost never used the front door. What I remember best about it is peering through the big window in the front door to see the big Christmas tree lit up and decorated in the town square. It was a perfect view.