I remember wasps circling around crushed pears fallen from the old tree guarding Grandma’s garden. I remember the doughnut stand in front of the railway station. I remember endless rainy days. The big basin in front of the porch overflowing with rainwater from the drainpipe. I remember the smell of hay. I remember the noises coming from the attic when I couldn’t sleep. I remember the face of Grandma, red and sweaty under her headkerchief from working in the garden. I remember Mom appearing at the other end of the garden when she came to visit. I remember the smell…