Lolly & Bobo's House

This was my grandparent's house-well, this is the one I remember. We visited this house pretty much every year for a period of time-when I was about age 9 to age 15, I guess. They lived in Redlands, which was about an 8 hour drive in the VW bus. We also got to go to Disneyland on most visits-how much did I LIVE for these trips? Well, I counted hours until we went, and I collected water in little prescription pill vials: water from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride and It's a Small World. Does that make it clear? I guess it is no huge shock that my son is obsessed with Disneyland and all things Disney-This part of him is not his autism, I am thinking-it's his genes. I did slide shows of Disneyland rides in my room; we created rides in the back room, dark rides like at Disneyland- well, we tried!
I am thinking of my grandmother because she would have turned 109 this week, but she died in 2005 at the age of 107. Yeah, 107. Pretty cool. She was one in a million, and I miss her, even though I didn't see her often in her final years. I will forever remember this house and the raisin bread toast in the morning; the quarters we got for any 4 leaf clovers we could find, and the days before video games & cell phones. OKAY so I already said earlier that I am old-and I guess, in a way, I am proud of that. And proud of the fact that Lolly lived to be 107, and her two children are still going strong, not to mention all the grand and great grand and great great grand kids.