This is the place I like to come,
and open Granny's trunk.
A place where I have lots to learn,
in the silence of me alone.

As I lift the lid tenderly,
lilac scents fill the air.
My mind begins to wander and
memories begin to roam.

This is the place I like to come,
and open Granny's trunk.
A place for me to learn about,
memories that are Granny's own.

I see grandmother's wedding gown,
and babies christening suits.
Here's a quilt Gran's yet to finish,
fabric scraps to which love was sewn.

This is the place I like to come,
and open Granny's trunk.
A place to learn my heritage,
a place not for me alone.

A scrapbook that tells a story,
with pictures and with words.
The tale of a by-gone era,
a time that with wings has flown.

This is the place I like to come,
and open Granny's trunk.
A place for me to sit and make,
some memories of my own.

Written by me, February 19, 1998 and dedicated to my grandmothers, Alice Merchberger & Ethel Mullett. And to the memory of my great- grandmothers: Lulu Wales Thompson Dow, whom I knew but briefly, Pauline Lagana Rapa, Emily Louise Taylor Mullett, and Agnes Elizabeth Weimer Merchberger, whom unfortunately I never knew.