Who Knew An Old Wine Bottle Could Be So Important
In the backyard of my grandparents’ house is a place where a line of trees used to sit. My grandparents are still there – in the same house – but the trees are no longer standing. Neither is the treehouse that those trees used to form. And neither are the children who spent their days in those trees, having long since grown up. But one thing is still there in the ground where that tree house used to sit: An old wine bottle with rolled up pieces of paper inside. My grandparents have 13 grandchildren, but the younger cousins have always been closer to each other than the rest. At my grandparents’ house, with my cousins, summers were a time of days spent in our treehouse. The treehouse belonged to me, my siblings, and my youngest cousins. It wasn’t a treehouse in the traditional sense. But in a line of tall pine trees on the edge of my gr...
