Great Granny Davis's House

 

On North Haven we stayed at my granny 'Thurbie's house.  The kids' great granny Thurbie.  When I was a kid she had a great big Newfoundland dog named 'Thurber' and so we called her granny Thurbie.  Much like my kids call my mom granny 'cocoa' because her dog's name is Cocoa.  My dad's parents had cows and they were called granny and grampy 'moo cow'.

Anyway, back in the day my grandfather did stay at the house but for some reason it was always Granny Thurbie's house.  The house has remained in the family and not much has changed in the last 35 years since granny and grampy Thurbie last lived there.  There are still all the pennants and prizes from winning sailboat races, the old posters and art.  Even all the old books - most particularly, all the old paperback thrillers.  On this trip I read 'the Great Escape' and 'the Trustie from the Toolroom' - both published in the 1960s and falling apart at the seams.

In the basement is the same ping pong table that I used as a kid.  Same dead spot, same exact room and feel.  Stuey and Marcel picked up where I left off 35 years ago.  Lots and lots of ping pong!  

Patrick

Stuart and namesake Stewart!