My grandparent's house had the guest room and the children's room. The guest room was shadowy and spooky, with a creepy picture of my grandfather when he was 2, in the little white dress and patent shoes that were fashionable in 1912. It also had the "new" cherry furniture and was strictly off limits. The children's room though - it was a wonderland. A four poster bed we were NOT to jump on, but had the softest sheets and a bedspread with the neatest little fuzzy ball trim. There was a window unit Grandmama turned on when we slept that made it an igloo. You slept the deepest, bestest sleep of your life snuggled in that bed, woken only by the smell of homemade waffles and the whomp whomp whomp of Grandmama whipping the batter in the blue Pyrex bowl that was ONLY used for waffle batter.
After waffles and orange juice in Scooby Doo jelly glasses, back to the children's room where there were baskets of toys and shelves of games and books. There were sliding doors that opened onto a massive backyard that was made for adventure. So many escapades in that little 12X12 room, most of them inspired by Nancy Drew. Emily and I spent hours reading those books. Grandmama had slowly acquired the entire set as well as the entire Hardy Boys. I'm not sure if she intentionally gave us access to books that empowered young girls to not only use, but speak their minds. After all, we already had her and our mother modeling that. But boy - did those books influence me and my sister. Long live Nancy, Bess, and George.
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