|communing with cactus|
My paternal grandparents lived in Mesa, Arizona, from the late 1950s until the 1990s. I remember visiting their home as a child, and so returning there last Easter was special. We attended church at their ward and met some of their old friends who reminisced about being in Anna's Cub Scout troop, and TP-ing their house one night while Wally and Anna just watched, smiling, from behind the window curtains. As we stopped by their home, the owner was kind enough to let me wander through and see how things had changed (he owns an exotic reptile business, so the cage collection alone was enough to feel pretty different there).
|Anna's handwritten list of places she's lived|