How Grand It Is

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Little me...

Grew up next door to that grandmother of hers...visited daily...ate toast at the kitchen table...watched TV in the soft brown chair...raced Hot Wheels down the stairs from the second floor...

Those stairs coming to a landing a third of the way down...a small four foot landing with a door on each side...one door led to a few more steps into the foyer...the other door...the one to the left...was a mystery door...

And little me was always intrigued by the mystery door...the mystery door that opened but went nowhere...the mystery door that seemingly had no purpose...

Until she learned that it once led to the kitchen but when the kitchen was remodeled in the 1960's the door was sealed and covered by wall and cupboards...

Felt bad for the door...wanted to see it in its prime...useful...busy...kids bopping into the kitchen as the door flung open...tried to picture it but never really could...

And then...admiring that beautiful home of that kindred soul of mine, noticed a door...a door on the upstairs landing...a door just like the door of the past...a door...just like the mystery door...

And the heart of little-me went crazy...and the mind of little-me went crazy...and the mouth of Curious George-me asked if she could see what was behind...the mystery door...

And so she did...and it was cool...so very cool...opened it up and it led right to the kitchen...a service door for back-in-the-day domestic staff...

And so it is...in life...that thing called closure...sometimes we don't even know we need...but when it comes...even 60 years later...how grand it is...
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And that husband of mine...agrees...