I had a blast back to my past when I visited my grandparents over Thanksgiving. I found these old mattresses stacked up in their storage room. I have such good memories of sleeping on these when I was a kid. Often we would sleep in the living room and Grandpa would sneak up to the window and give us all a big scare. Or we would pull them up in the play room to play house or store. They remind me of the house my grandfather was born in, which is no longer in the family. It's where they lived until I was grown, so all my memories of my mom's hometown took place when we were visiting that house and sleeping on these mattresses. I suppose they still get pulled out when the great-grandkids come to visit!
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