My Grandpa Smith is standing in the kitchen of the house that he shared with my Grandma and their 11 children. The house had one bathroom, two bedrooms, a formal dining room and a living room. After all the kids were grown and had families of their own, this little house continued to be the gathering place for everyone each Christmas. How my Grandma managed to keep her sanity is a mystery to me. She was the true “Wonder Woman” of her day.
Shortly after they celebrated their 50th anniversary my Grandma was called home and Grandpa joined her years later. I miss them and that tiny little kitchen.