A few months back I planned a little date with my Grandma. I surprised her with a trip to visit her alma mater, Washington Highschool. This was the second school in Portland’s eastside – the first being a small shack located on the corner of SE Oak & 11th Ave. It has some pretty amazing history which you can read about at washingtonhighschoolpdx.com. After sitting vacant for decades, it was recently redeveloped into a venu, commercial mixed use space, and even an event space on the roof with panoramic views of downtown and the eastside.
At any rate, Grandma was delighted. Here she is trying to find where her old locker might have been and looking sassy as ever.
But perhaps the best part of the day, was before we arrived at the school. We drove past the house my Grandma grew up in and we decided to stop and have a look from the opposite side of the street. Just then I noticed a car pull up in front of the house and a gentleman get out. Before I could let my introverted nerves get the better of me, I dashed out of the car and approached him! After a brief introduction and ensuring that he was in fact the home owner, he was delighted to give us a tour of the house. In the end we spent about 45 minutes there while my Grandma shared all sorts of memories. My favorite being when her older sister’s then fiancé, removed the lock from his soon to be wife’s bedroom door so my Grandma could sneak in and wear some of her big sisters forbidden clothes. The indentation from the lock is still on the door.
It was a great afternoon and I will cherish the memory forever. Especially as I prepare to move over 5 thousands miles away from her. Love you Grandma xoxoxo