Cookies, A Clothesline and a Dead Sparrow

When I was five or six years old, I would often walk the 3/4 mile from Wintersteen Elementary School in Sacramento, to our home. On the way, I could easily detour to the home of 2 sets of grandparents, Uncle Joe and Aunt Fanny, and my great grandparents.  My Granny Spurgeon was the closest to my home, and on a hot day, I would often stop there for a drink of water. Grandpa would be at work for Ma Bell, installing telephones somewhere, so it would just be us.