Ashmont ST.

   The memories I had at my old house I always wish I could get back. Even if only for a day I would love to just relive the memories from one day I spent there. When I was little I literally lived downstairs with my Papa and my Auntie Mary. I hardly ever was upstairs in my actual house, I was either outside in my backyard or downstairs with my Papa. We used to do everything together. I would read to him all the time, or I remember we would always watch the Bill Cosby stand-up comedy show together, and just laugh and laugh all day at everything he said.
   Unlike my mother, my Papa would literally give me anything I wanted I remember to this day, he had the red and green peppermint candies in the cabinet, and macadamia nuts. The randomest combination you could ever think of, but I looked forward to it every time. I miss him more and more each day, but these memories just keep his memory even more alive to me.
   My favorite memory I have of my Papa is the box of jewelry he kept in his bedroom. The jewelry was all old costume jewelry that belonged to my Nana before she died, but he still kept around in her memory. My Papa used to sit in the chair in the living room, and let me put every single necklace on him that was in the jewelry box. Not only was he wearing at least ten necklaces, if not more I put every single ring on him that was in the box, even if I had to double up on one finger, and I even put clip-on earrings on him too. I was so little then, and he looked so silly, but he never made me stop once, and even laughed along as I put all Nana's old costume jewelry on him. That's my favorite memory I have of downstairs, and every time I think of the downstairs apartment of my old home, I'll always think of my Papa and the costume jewelry. 


-Courtney