Every weekend my grip was packed to spend the weekend with grandmother great grandmother and daddy. Often times there were pallets sprawled out for my naps. Always food and hydration, and bathtimes with the smell of the famous floating ivory soap! Then there was the fan blowing, which has come to be one of my favorite sounds, especially when I’d feed my voice into it 💕 … the television turned down low… not a care in the world … remembering the sights and sounds of the goings on in the home, from the undertones of my loved ones precious voices, teaching me life, to the phone ringing until someone answered it! I loved weekends with the first of my friends.