Everything was always a bit more "special" when we were at Grandma & Grandpa's house - from buttered toast on the pastel colored melmac dishes, to grape juice in the pretty little juice glasses. Fresh sliced tomatoes and cucumbers in a creamy dill sauce. Chasing kittens around the yard, playing house in the little old outbuilding with mismatched china and whatnot. Stringing notes down through the floor vent from upstairs - down to the living room below. Climbing on the haystacks. Screaming when we found a spider, cricket or box elder bug - and Grandma coming to the rescue. She was such a pretty woman with dark hair, sparkling blue eyes - and she always smelled so good. (Even when she smoked her Salem Menthol cigarettes.) At lunchtime, we had to be especially quiet for the market reports on KeloLand - so grandpa could get "the dirt" on all things related to his cattle business.
What are some of your favorite summer/childhood memories?