Willow Ave

It's more than just an address, it's a time in life.  A gathering place where I learned so much.  It's where my hero (my Dad) and his brother and sisters grew up, where grandma and grandpa lived, where my cousins became my forever best friends and every wonderful family event took place.  It was a 3 story Victorian type house in New York.  There was a huge wood banister winding staircase up the center, and of course, had the spooky basement we all dared each other to venture into.  There were always open arms waiting to hug you and hear about your next wild adventures.  It smelled of freshly polished furniture and cookies every time.  Sleepovers seemed like vacation there, and in a house that size hide-and-seek games could go on forever!  It was always filled with laughter and happy memories of big dinners and lazy breakfasts.  It was one of those places that just brimmed with warmth and love, and so, if I'm going to put my life on "paper" it should start with the warmest of places, my second home... 55 Willow Ave.

 ~Willow Avenue~