Sweet MemoriesTake Me Away

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It's been one of those weeks. I need an escape. Something like a long warm bath in a clawfoot tub. The one above would be nice and pretty. But today I'm thinking along the lines of my grandmother Beatrice's tub. 
Maybe more like this.

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When visiting grandmother's county cottage, this little city girl would run through the yard, pick flowers, play in the dirt and dance on the clapboard porch until I was exhausted. Then my sweet grandmother would "draw up" my bathwater in her big clawfoot tub.

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It felt ginormous. I could barely see over the top of the tub. 

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When bath time was done, she would fix a special treat of neopolitan ice cream. It came in a box. Do you remember those?

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Then we would climb in bed. She'd tell a story and the last sound I remembered was the hum of the box fan which sat in the window. 

 I could really use one of those days. 

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Simple times.