Goodbye to Melrude

Happy Ginia-mom & Papa Stan are downsizing and moving to a perfect house 2 doors down to my parents. They accumulated a lot of stuff in the 50 years they lived there and my parents have been working tirelessly helping them pack and sort/purge. So many memories from all the time spent at this house growing up...putting on shows in the basement with cousins, eating apples from the crab tree, forts in the huge multi-trunk tree in the front yard, Christmas stockings hung on the stone fireplace, Papa Stan waving usually with a kleenex to the train every time it passed and it honking back, getting woken up as the train shook the bed as it went by at night, baths in the sauna, putting pennies on the train track and running over to see Nana Ada and get orange pushups when she lived across the tracks, Papa Stan making crab apple jelly, Ginia-mom rolling out pie crust on the center island, learning to drive (a stick none the less) on the dirt road back and forth from Cotton...