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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Fragrance (10/24/05)
Humming an old English hymn, I drove along MacDonald Street, splashing puddles onto the cracked, grassy sidewalk.Ê Mild raindrops sprinkled through the window, soothing my face and filling my sedan with the refreshing scent of morning rain.Ê At the end of the street, I pulled into the apartment complex and parked.
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"Let's just pay somebody to haul the junk away, Keith," my parents had advised.Ê "The manager can arrange it."Ê My grandmother collected odds and ends for so many years that no one really knew what she had.Ê
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My new wife grimaced.Ê To her, I was driving a hundred-and-sixty miles to sort through knickknacks.Ê "It shouldn't take more than a weekend," I assured her, hopeful I was right and avoiding discussion of what I'd bring home.
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"What am I doing?"Ê I wondered to the windshield, waiting for the shower's end.Ê My emotions churned with doubt, irritation and a little apprehension.Ê A decade-old memory sparked of Gram's apartment, so vividly I could almost smell her perfume.Ê Lavender.Ê You know how certain smells just take you right back?Ê That's the way it is for me and lavender.Ê And in that moment, I understood:Ê I desperately needed to know my grandmother and my heritage.
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Elizabeth Rose Hatfield was born in Devonshire, England in 1905.Ê After marrying my grandfather, Roderick MacDonald, she'd moved from Britain to New England with Gramps in 1934, and they built the first home on what later became MacDonald Street.Ê A dark-green Victorian, that cavernous house had so many exciting rooms and mysterious passageways! ÊGrowing up, I often told my parents I would live there someday.Ê But time did not wait for me.Ê Gramps went to the Lord in 1993, and my parents insisted she sell the house to ease her burdens.
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Back then, when I stood in her apartment for the first time, I scowled at its cramped size. ÊBut Gram sat charmingly in a scratched wooden chair in the middle of the living room/dining room/kitchen. ÊHer bony wrinkled hands rested in her lap, and her smile glowed, brightening even the dingy brown wallpaper.Ê Mom gripped my hand, but the minute Gram held out her arms, the apartment vanished and I bolted to her for the best hug imaginable.Ê I expect Jesus' arms will feel much the same one day, like being submerged in love.Ê Finally stepping back, I noticed her lavender blouse and earrings, matching the sweet, soapy perfume that clung to her.Ê She was so beautiful, but at ten years old, I wasn't sure how to tell her.Ê
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Living hours north, we didn't visit Gram often since she moved.Ê But we made the most of the time, though Mom always seemed uncomfortable, in a hurry.Ê While she groused about the food in the skinny, dented refrigerator, Gram and I shared the thrilling experiences of fourth grade.Ê She was the only older person I knew who honestly wanted to listen, asking questions in her delightful accent.Ê How I loved making her laugh!
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Her laughter echoed now in my heart as I again opened the apartment door, but to cold emptiness.Ê The hinges screeched.Ê A sudden lump in my throat surprised me as my gaze immediately settled on the chair, resting in the center just as it had before.Ê The comforting scent of lavender was gone, erased by that of acrid cleaning fluid and dust, a harsh combination that darkened my heart.Ê I let my fingers brush the chair, moving to the bedroom door. It hung from one hinge and quivered open.
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Stripped of all but springs, her twin bed lay without a nightstand or lamp.Ê Cardboard boxes to the right reached almost to the popcorn ceiling.Ê The daunting task hit home, and I groaned.Ê
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A bent rod topped a solitary curtainless window, two-feet square, that faced another exterior wall of the building.Ê Beige plaster walls cracked like webs.Ê I cringed inside.Ê What the last years must have been like for Gram, living in this...tomb, alone.Ê
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Tears rose, but I blinked them away and, refocused, stretched my six-foot frame to the top box in the column nearest me, sliding it off.Ê It was quite heavy.Ê A cloud of mustiness swirled to life and I coughed, lowering the box to the worn grey carpet.ÊÊ After a few sneezes, I sat cross-legged on the floor, renewed anticipation making my eyes sparkle.Ê Catching a hint of lavender, I smiled and opened the door to Gram's lifetime of treasures.
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dub W
11/01/05
I think if you look in at the essay in "preview" all of the grimlins can be corrected. Interesting take on a story. You started a conflict then glossed it over (wife), I wonder if those words were even necessary. Good effort, keep writing.
Nina Phillips
11/02/05
I loved the story. Nice job. The grimlins (E- thingies) however they got there-were a bother while trying to read an otherwise sweet and rich story. Hope you learn how to remedy that. Keep writing you did a nice job! God bless ya, littlelight
Debbie Sickler
11/02/05
You've come up with another great entry! Your style keeps me interested and I know the 'gremlins' are unintentional, but I like them-they're kind of becoming your signature :)
Jan Ackerson
11/03/05
Nice recollection--my grandmother smelled of lavender, too.
Brandi Roberts
11/03/05
Very well written! I enjoyed this - even with the gremlins. We should pray those lil bugs away! LOL
Cassie Memmer
11/04/05
Very loving story and seemed to be lovingly written. Rich. I truly enjoyed it!
Karen Ward
11/04/05
Families treat their 'grandparents' very differently at times, don't they? This highlighted what I have seen in many families. "Haul the junk away." A lifetime of precious memories, gone...I especially loved your closing line.
:) Karen
Shari Armstrong 
11/05/05
It's so hard to go through the belongings of someone we love, but the memories are healing. We went through my Grandparent's things when the sold their house when Grandpa went into the nursing home and Grandma into assisted living. It helped the transition for when they both went home.

(ps -when you said dumb E characters- I thought you had alot of character names that started with E lol)
Denise Stanford
11/09/05
Eeee lad you've done a grand job with this!

Violets bring memories of my Nanna...
Truly you have captured the dusty footprints of remembered loved ones and the fragrance of lavender. I have it growing at my front door it is beautiful. Well written.