Lets go sit on the davenport! And other summer memories

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Yes I said davenport, my grandmother used to call the couch or even the porch swing.  Once upon a time, when I was a young girl, I used to spend every summer for a week at my grandparents house in kearns, or every 4th of July weekend at my great grandparents house in Logan. The week I spent in Kearns was sweltering most summers, as all my grandma had to cool the house was just 1 box fan sitting in the living room in front of the screen door.  There was very little to cool us off.  In fact as I mentioned in an earlier post, they made everything themselves and saved everything, right down to the glass juice bottles that held cheap Kool aid. Not all was bad though, she always had gum and nail polish for me.  Then after a supper meal of yummy hamburgs (she called burgers hamburgs) and not so yummy carrot salad, we would go outside on the front davenport and talk.  Mostly she talked about her childhood growing up in New York during the depression, talked about how her and grandpa met.  While most of those talks were fun, but there were some not so fun ones.  Like the time she talked to me about women's stuff and the sex talk at just 8 years old. What made it not so fun was the fact that she was very religious and quite prudish when it came to those certain things. The holiday I spent at my great grandparents in Logan was the most fun though.  I will always remember the family stories, told over cold Pepsi and homemade potato salad, which I still make and keep the tradition.  When the house got too hot, we would go out and sit in the screened in carport and watch the water wheel go around, admire all of great grandpas paintings, and one of the best things: my great grandma taught me how to crochet.  I will always cherish these summer memories along with many others.