Remembering the big, warm room | Home Again
Last updated 12/5/2018 at Noon
My grandparents brought special joy to daily life in our big old house at Fourth and Dayton in downtown Edmonds.
Several times a day during my school years, I was in and out of the cozy apartment my Dad built for them. I used the door from our dining room into their apartment most of the time, but sometimes I liked to go out the back door from our laundry room, cross to the other end of the back porch and knock at their private entrance.
My brother Warren and I had open invitations to visit, to eat lunch, to play checkers with Grandpa or to help Grandma make jam. Sometimes they ate dinner...