stroller

This is the entry to my grandparents' house, where my mom now lives.
I used to see Grandma Maria come and go here. Grandpa would sit on the bench, dignified in his thick wool pants and worn shirt, and she would serve him a shot of rakìya. On the right of the picture is the stroller I was strolled in as a child... Still with my mom after 31 years. It used to be in our basement for a long time. A teeny basement, mind you. Perhaps all the trouble is so she can save it for me? I can actually remember being in this thing. It seems, though I've sent her a wheeled bag, the stroller is her preferred mode of transportation.