Tag Archives: Nona

When not distracted by his ever-active older sister, my grandson and I have shared quiet times of conversation and interaction.  When not in super-hero mode with cape or mask,

he can be quite serious, even pensive.

  A warm, humid mid-summer afternoon, the two of us alone in the house; just the opportunity we needed…….would he like to assemble a paper replica of the Carousel in Paris??

Sitting on the arm of my wing chair – he is not a ‘lap’ kind of guy – we put it together, carefully and slowly, one small piece at a time, deciding that one day we would like to travel to Paris to ride together……

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Showing him the paper replica of Monet’s home, Giverny

– his sister and I put that one together – 

 comparing photos in the book to ones taken on my visit to the house and gardens,

 he asks:

“how did you get there, Nona??????”

(more rectangular bushes!!!!!!!!)