Grammie's House Revisited

I go to my Grammie's house pretty often, most weekends I spend at least a day there.  This past Saturday we all went to a holiday fair at the fairgrounds in Salem, or and we ended up staying at my Gram's till past 1am.  

I am showing some pictures that I took of my family for my class with my TLR Yashica that belonged to my grandfather.  

While I was scanning in the pictures I notice that the light was different in every picture.  Some were lighter  and some were darker but all feel very warm. And I don't know if that is just my perception or because all the light sources around were tungsten light bulbs.

All I know is the pictures feel both warm in color and in content. 

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Papa's birthday/Full Sail Brewery

Yesterday, Sunday the 14th of November, was Papa’s 64th birthday, and because he wanted to, we drove to Hood River. The drive was long and the sky was grey, but I love it when the sky is grey and gloomy so I was feeling pretty good about that. My father wanted to go to Full Sail, a brewing company in Hood River to take a tour and eat some ribs.

We got in around 3:20p and the waitress told us that the tour started at 4 so we decided to sit and eat some appetizers while we waited. We sat and I listened to my parents talk about how nice it was in there and I think we all were wondering if I was even allowed to be in there because I am not 21 yet. The place is full of tungsten lights which makes it really warm in there even when it is cold out, warm and welcoming also dim but that was comforting also.

We scarfed our food down because we only had about 15 minutes to eat before the tour started. We finished with 5 minutes to spare so we went out and waited for the tour to start. Our tour guide Barry came out and started chatting with my parents about the expiration dates of beer and yadda yadda yadda, I was much more interested in the murals on the walls that show the beer making process in pictures. From when you first walk in it show the wheat barley and along the wall is show the processes of boiling and all the machinery that is used and when you get to the restaurant is shows the beer in it’s bottles.

By the time the tour started we were joined by three other groups of people making our tour group about 12 strong. We go into the brewery part and Barry lets us taste the barley used and I notice that the light is all of a sudden pouring through the window behind us, very diffused and blue light. The whole brewery is lit by fluorescence and smells of barley which ads to the chemistry room feel. But I learned that making beer just is chemistry.

 

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I have a guitar, and I don’t know how to use it…

I have a pink guitar that I received for Christmas ’05, when I was 15, from Santa Clause (that was the last year I received gifts from Santa).  I have tried to learn how to play in the past, but wasn’t successful; And now I have reignited the flame to learn!  I have pretty much been practicing nonstop for the past couple of weeks and it is going pretty well. 

I am so desperate to learn that I have spent a lot of time in my car driving to book stores and music shops to find more books, software and DVD's that will help me.  And because I am so stubborn I cannot yet hire a guitar guru/teacher.



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Grammie's House

When I tell people that I come from a large family I feel that I must immediately have to elaborate.  "I have two older half brothers." I say "But they are so much older than me and they live so far away, I am as close to being an only child as you can get without actually being one."  I have an extremely large extended family, my Mother's Mother, my Grammie, had seven children. "I had to keep going until I got a boy!" She always tells complete strangers, meaning my uncle, the youngest, has six older sisters.

My Mother (the fifth in the order), myself and sometimes my Father head up to Salem, Or most weekends to visit my Grammie.  Going to Grammie's house is always a fun and unique experience, we arrive around 5pm on a Saturday and we hear "Who's there?!" and are greeted at the door by the dog, Stanley (or Lil' Stan).  He is my Grandparents second Stanley and second Bichon, I think he looks like Falcor from The Neverending Story. Then we greet my Grandfather, who is confined to his chair in the Family Room, and watching TV Land, my Grammie then finds us and gives us kisses and tickles our sides and bootys.

Usually by 5:30 my Aunt Deni comes wandering through the door with her two Bichons Quincy and Sidney (or Lil' Sid), Sidney is Deni's second Sidney and Lil' Stan's litter mate (The original Stanley and original Sidney were also brothers but not from the same litter).  And a Bit after Deni arrives Cheri comes in with her Bichon Genevieve ( or Gennie who is named after my Grammie), and to make the story even longer, Gennie and her litter mate Camille (who passed away last year) are the litter  mates of the original Sidney, sisters of the original Stanley.

We always go to dinner to one of several places, Olive Garden, The Roadhouse, Burgerville or Burger Basket.  We always go out to eat on Saturday's and on the rare occasions that we don't, we always make sure my Grandparents get out of the house one way or another.

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I found my grandmother this past weekend picking up apples in her backyard with my Auntie Deni

 Lil' Sid displaying his horrible manners and jumping up on me

My Auntie Deni and my mother figuring out what to do with the blankets my mother made for my Grandad's 67th high school reunion this past August

My Grammie getting my Grandad ready to go to dinner, she is his primary caregiver and had a routine everyday

My Grammie "pestering" Grandad at dinner while we wait for our appetizers at The Roadhouse