my gramma's seaside house

This house is full of memories. Of forgotten objects and valuable things, of dusty surfaces and opaque crystals.

Of grown up children gone away and abandoned cradles.

Of evaporated fragrances, and too white laces.

A phantom radiogram reminds me of my youth games telling of dolly-size ball rooms, which were indeed the two doors of the small pantry for alcoholic drinks inside this cabinet.

My great grandpa was in the Royal Navy.

And my great grandma has something of Princess Leia.

And then my great grandma went to get the passport to fly to NYC, to visit one of her sons who was down there. She was born in 1890.