And Speaking of Lilacs . . .

Lilacs, armfuls of lilacs that, every spring, Grandma Jennie (Marash Girl's mummy) would gather from the ancient lilac bush at the front of the family's big old white, wooden two-family house on Lowell Avenue in Newtonville . . . the living room and dining room soon redolent with the beauty and perfume of the purple lilacs . . .