Granny Pam

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Basketball Hoop

For many years we had a basketball hoop here in the yard. Our two oldest grandsons lived here, and used it every day. Sometimes if I close my eyes, I can hear the ball banging on the driveway out front.

The boys are long gone, one in the Navy and one in the Army. This year, a new family moved in across the street. The snow was not quite melted when the middle schooler in that family knocked on the door and asked if he could shoot some hoops. I was thrilled to say yes.

Papa went outside, got the snow blower, and freed up the hoop, and helped our new neighbor get the entire works rolled across the street. That left me with the spot where the hoop had resided looking a little empty.

A little trip to Costo solved that, and a week ago, D3 planted some annuals in my new container.

newpot

Now that space does not look so empty. Sometimes I can here our neighbor bouncing his ball, and it brings back memories.


About The Author

Granny lives in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan. I like genealogical research, gardening, cool weather, spending time with my family, and bluegrass music.

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