The big farm which to Catalina and Rosa was but a dim memory, but whose
glories Teresa had often recounted to us, had been sold quite a number of
years before. My grandfather had then bought a beautiful house nearby, with
a few acres surrounding it just to remind him of his former activities. The
garden itself was large and imposing and well-cared for under the critical
eyes of both of our grandparents, who specialized in new and rare plants.
The flowers, appearing in profusion in all seasons of the year (even in
winter in the great hot-houses), filled the air with their delicious
perfumes.
Our grandparents reigned over this domain and it was here that they loved
to welcome us. Our father was their especial pride and joy as he was the
oldest son.
Our grandfather had a gruff enormous voice and possessed a pair of great
square shoulders; in fact, he was a real "countryman." But beneath his rude
exterior he had a heart of gold, and no one could gain the confidence of a
little child quicker than he.
Grandmother was of a different type with her long black dress and her
beautiful white hair, of which she was justly proud. She could easily have
been mistaken for a noblewoman.
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