I sit, a stranger in someone’s living room. My eyes are drawn first to the array of photos and hodgepodge of frames they call home. Multiple generations live or visit here, in the photos and in the home proper. Lives are documented from childhood, through high school, weddings, and the next generation. A baby gate rests behind a big wooden rocking chair. A walker sits beside an old recliner offering proof that one of the residents has difficulty walking.
A homemade cat scratching post and the dog that has chosen the high traffic area to nap tells me the fur also belongs to residents of the house.
The room is never going to make Better Homes and Gardens magazine, but it says make yourself at home.

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About ramblinann

I live in Massachusetts and always have. My family continues to grow with the addition of many grandchildren, who steal my heart every time I see them. Recently I was able to check off an item on my bucket list and earn my Associate Degree in Complementary Healthcare, but usually, I can be found sitting behind the wheel of a big yellow school bus. I love to write, though there seems to be some missing connection between my thoughts and the ability of my fingers to put those thoughts on paper, or the screen in this case.
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