A Grandmother ' s Love

When I think about “love”, my mind is immediately drawn to my paternal grandmother Reva Tomlinson. < br / > < br / > I am the eldest of three girls, but not the eldest granddaughter on my father ’s side of the family. Grandma Tomlinson always wanted to have a daughter but she only had two sons, my father being her youngest. I had a special place in my grandmother’s heart and she in mine. I enjoyed spending time with her even into my teenage years. < br / > < br / > My high school, < em > Lawrence Park Collegiate Institute < /em > , was located near the street my grandparents lived on. There were times when I would walk along < em > Brookdale Avenue < /em > , toward their home and the burdens of the day would slip away. Grandma would welcome me in and of course I would be offered some milk and cookies. Grandma loved to bake and she would have at least three tins of different cookies. She stored her cookie tins in the back porch, which was unheated. Sometimes I would be invited to stay for supper and then later my grandfather would drive me home. < br / > < br / > & nbsp; One time I stayed at their home for two weeks while my parents went abroad since it was close to my high school. My younger sisters stayed at our home and were cared for by my maternal grandparents as they needed to be close to their elementary school. I even went to my uncle ’s cottage with Grandma and Grandpa Tomlinson for a couple of days. I loved spending time with them and hearing their storie...
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