My Grandmother's Cranberry Glass

As I was showering this morning I saw the beautiful sunlight shining through my Grandmother's cranberry glass. She had a collection of cranberry glass and treasured it. As I saw the beautiful red glow on the wall it brought back a flood of Grandma memories:

• Her wonderful, spooky house in Minneapolis where she kept boarders, with it's musty smell and crazy hidey-holes.
• The way she would sprinkle brown sugar on the boiled carrots to make us eat them.
• The lilac bushes surrounding her house that were so much a part of her that I had lilacs at my wedding and when she died my Dad took clippings from those bushes to plant around our house on the east coast.
• Her ancient roller washing machine in the impossibly old basement - it's power to crush fingers kept me in serious nightmares for a while
• Running through the sprinkler on her front lawn in the brief but oppressively hot Minnesotan summers.

It was extraordinary how that simple glow of cranberry red brought back a wave of memories I hadn't recalled in years.

Sometimes it's good to relax and remember....