When Gramma lived there with her mom, it was a hotel. Right next to the train tracks. I don't think the little boxy part on the right side was there when she lived there and I'm pretty sure there wasn't a minivan either or power poles and cords everywhere.
We had a memorable time together that day, driving around her childhood haunts. She would have been 98 this week. I still miss her, remember her, feel her near.
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You are very lucky to have had her in your life. :)
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