Patches

When we were kids, my sister and I would spend a week with my grandparents during the summer. During the day we would party it up with Nanners. We could turn the TV up loud, we had music on and danced around the house, we played with anything we wanted, and laughed a ton.

I remember one afternoon while Nanners was ironing Pawpaw’s shirts, I was wadding up ruled notebook paper and dollar bills then asking her to iron them for me. Over and over again, I would crumple up the paper and money and she would iron them flat … just because I asked.

At some point in the afternoon each day we had to stop, pick up the Tinker Toys, and turn off the TV … Pawpaw was on his way home. Our faces were cleaned, our backs straightened up, and our mouths became quiet.

I always loved that. We lived it up all day and no one ever knew.

Grandma had this ceramic dog (I’ll call him Patches) in what was my mom’s room when she was a kid. I was always a little creeped out by it, but now I love it. I brought it home for Holden.





















-Carmen