Grandmas Cabin
“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains” Diane Ackerman. Nestled in the north George mountains lies my grandmothers cabin where me and my little sister spent many summers. This is where some of my favorite memories are. Sights, sounds and smells that remind me of my past bring me back there. The old cabin sat on the edge of a small cliff with a backdrop of trees. Two stories tall and yet the cabin paled in comparison to the old giants that surrounded her. Ancient pines and cedars who’s branches spread ever outwards overlapping each other in a web of leaves, partially blocking the hot rays of the summer sun. Sounds of rustling leaves and creaking wood filled the air as the old giants swayed the wind acting as the instrumentals for the bird’s melody. On the forest floor lay some of the fallen giants, who were now home to all sorts of critters that traced patterns in rotting bark. My sister and I would walk the length of these fallen trees trying to keep our balance and not step in the mushy patches…show more content… The same company who her daddy had worked for long before my time. The porch led inside to the small kitchen. Directly to the side of the door was an old-fashioned sowing table with built in draws. In one of the draws was a jar of buttons that I would organize all the time be it by shape, color, size or just what I thought was pretest. The rest of the kitchen consisted fridge, sink, counter, and tall cabinets. The fridge being the focal point with tacky magnets and family photos. Handing under an opening into the Livingroom was a collection of oddly shape cattle prods, that I may have been scolded once or twice for banging together as I ran from room to