The ocean view has slowly been eaten by the trees and the old cushioned glider was discarded years after my Gramma's passing but the front porch still retains many of its original features. When Rich held the girls up to ring the salt eroded bell, I realized that I had forgotten about it. How could I forget that?
I snatched my camera from its padded bag inside the house and snapped off pictures of what should be so familiar to me.
I hope the girls will one day look at these photos and remember breezy summer days spent with Grammy and Papa and a house that has now seen five generations.