childhood memory- grandma's farm house

Another trip to grandma's farm house. An hour into the trip Rachel asks "how much longer until we get there?" Mom yells back "it'll be another hour or so." All four of the children sitting restlessly, anxiously waiting to see what surprise grandma has for them this time around. They pass the country market and the little white church, they know they're getting close. As they travel down the long dusty drive way with the unforgetable smell come from the slaughter houses a mile away, finally her house is in sight. They pull up and all pile out one by one and rush into grandma's house greeting her with one big hug from all of them at once. Mom comes closely behind and comments how good the pie she is baking smells. Grandma goes into the next room and retrieves the gifts she has gotten each them. All four children were sitting very still as she enters the room. Mom and grandma watch all of them open their gifts with grins from ear to ear. A basketball for Danny, a soccer ball for Mary, and matching make up kits for Rachel and Valerie. Each of the children thank their grandmother for what she had gotten for them. Mary and Danny go outside and start playing with theirs while the others sit and chat in the kitchen waiting to begin cooking dinner. Hours and hours would pass by while the younger children would stay outside playing until they could no longer see their hand in front of their face. Sooner or later mom would always yell "time to come in and wash up for dinner." Dinner was the best part, everything was made from scratch and it was always all of the kids favorite foods. The day to leave and come home was always the worst moment of the trip, everyone had to say goodbye and pile back up in the car for the long drive home. Back to reality, back to school for the kids and work for mom. It was always a short weekend trip but I never looked forward to anything as much as I did spending the weekend at my grandma's house!