That One Piece: A Vignette Sparking the Magic of Childhood Nostalgia
When I was little, some of the most magical trips I took were the ones where we packed up the car and drove six hours south through Indiana to my grandparents’ house. Everything about their home entranced me and made me feel warmth, curiosity, and joy. It was a menagerie of unique sights for me, […]
When I was little, some of the most magical trips I took were the ones where we packed up the car and drove six hours south through Indiana to my grandparents’ house. Everything about their home entranced me and made me feel warmth, curiosity, and joy.
It was a menagerie of unique sights for me, my siblings and my cousins. In the living room, floral upholstery mixed with stained glass lamps, old books, and dainty ceramic treasures tucked thoughtfully behind the glass doors of a china cabinet. In the kitchen, we’d pluck from the countertops squares of cold cheese and bologna wrapped in red wax on our way off to the next adventure. Downstairs, the finished basement held my wonder the most — toys that my mom and her sisters and brother once played with were prized playthings, the excitement sparked by them only reserved for items that possess the newness felt from being old and unfamiliar. A two-story dollhouse with white columns and little black shutters would entertain my sister, cousins and me for hours (and maybe even instigate a few tiffs over who had what miniature room for their doll first). Illustration above by 12-year-old artist Viola Guerrer...
When I was little, some of the most magical trips I took were the ones where we packed up the car and drove six hours south through Indiana to my grandparents’ house. Everything about their home entranced me and made me feel warmth, curiosity, and joy.
It was a menagerie of unique sights for me, my siblings and my cousins. In the living room, floral upholstery mixed with stained glass lamps, old books, and dainty ceramic treasures tucked thoughtfully behind the glass doors of a china cabinet. In the kitchen, we’d pluck from the countertops squares of cold cheese and bologna wrapped in red wax on our way off to the next adventure. Downstairs, the finished basement held my wonder the most — toys that my mom and her sisters and brother once played with were prized playthings, the excitement sparked by them only reserved for items that possess the newness felt from being old and unfamiliar. A two-story dollhouse with white columns and little black shutters would entertain my sister, cousins and me for hours (and maybe even instigate a few tiffs over who had what miniature room for their doll first). Illustration above by 12-year-old artist Viola Guerrer...
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