Blueberry Coffeecake and Other Memories
Last night I lay in bed reminiscing about visiting my Grandma Perryman in North Ridgeville (a suburb of Cleveland) throughout my early life. I can't believe it's been ten years since my grandma passed away. So many memories were created in and around her house. It took about three and half hours to drive from my hometown of Minster to North Ridgeville, Ohio, and it was always so exciting when we saw the huge "P" on the front of the house right before we pulled into the long driveway to the back side of the house. The house was designed by my grandfather and built when my dad was in elementary school. (My Grandpa passed away when I was 10 or 11.) It's a split-level house with a walk-out basement. We always entered the house through the basement door. We also slept in the basement at night. I remember that my parents slept on the pull-out couch and Meg and I slept on old cushions. I have fond memories of my Aunt Dinie and Uncle Scott singing songs to us before bed...