The House On the Hill
Lyndsay Knowles
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Lyndsay — This reminded me of my grandparents house.

I can remember sawdust all over the floor of my grandfather’s workshop in his garage. I recall Thanksgiving evenings watching The Wizard of Oz on the basement TV with my cousins. There was a front sunporch where we played for hours and my grandmother feared we would all choke on the ice cubes from the small glasses of diet coke she let us have. The house where a photo was taken of my mother and me sitting in reclining lawn chairs. She wore a wig because chemo caused her own hair to fall out in clumps.

I recently drove by the house. Yes — smaller. The funny thing is, I did not remember most of the things I just listed when I passed.

It took your story to trigger my memories.

Thank you.

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