Moving On!!!!!

WoooooHoooooo! I have been participating in The Last Scrapper Standing contest on www.just4keeps.com and each week a few scrappers get eliminated by the votes of the members of the site. This week all but 8 were eliminated. I made it past this weeks cuts. Thanks to all who voted for my layout! If you are a member of J4K already, please don't forget about the voting. If you aren't a member yet, go register! I need all the help I can get. Voting takes place every week between 9 pm on Friday and 3 pm on Saturday AZ and UT time. Anyway, each of these challenges has been pretty tough. This last week we were challenged to scrapbook a memory that was related to a scent. So the first thing I thought of was the smell of bananas. They always remind me of my Grandpa Franklin's house. So I scrapped a page about my memories of my Grandpa. Thanks to Aunt Melody for the picture of him! The catch on this challenge was that we had to include a poem written ourselves. YIKES! It took me all week to write a poem and then I threw the layout together at the last minute. I think I do my best work under a lot of pressure! Anyway here is the layout and my poem...















The smell of Banana takes me back to a short time in my life.
When my Grandpa Franklin was alive, and Eloise was his wife.

Sometimes on the weekends when I would go to see my dad,
he would take us to see Grandpa and bananas he always had

Sitting in a fruit bowl on the table in the kitchen.
Filling his home with their sweet scent. I could smell it when I walked in.

I have memories of his backyard, the water fountains and porch swing,
the slot machine and old-fashioned phone, the player piano to which we’d sing,

the Tootsie Roll banks and silver dollars he’d give me for my birthday,
the whole room full of beta movies he recorded every day.

At the Mexican restaurant called La Fonda that he and Eloise owned,
he’d give us chips and salsa free and quesadillas and yummy scones.

Grandpa had a deadly habit. He was addicted to his smokes.
Sometimes when around him, I felt like I would choke.

But I loved my Grandpa, and more than that awful smell,
I always will remember the Bananas oh so well.