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The Parlor is a room.

 Your grandmother is a woman in the parlor.  Your grandmother is carrying a book. 

 The description of the book is "You know you've seen that book before, but you cannot quite remember where."

Your grandfather is a man.


A person has a table name called the questions table.
The questions table of your grandmother is the Table of Your Grandmother.

Table of Your Grandmother
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"book"   "'May I see it, grandmother?  The book, I mean,' you ask somewhat sheepishly.  A vague feeling, a memory, stirs in your mind, but you can't quite make it out. 'Oh,'  your grandmother furls her eyebrows. 'Perhaps after while, my little one.  Let me spend a few more moments alone with him,' she says, appearing in a daze. You wonder if she realizes she said 'him' and not 'it,' meaning the book.  She is going through quite a bit, you think and pass off her remark as a consequence of her grief.  As you continue to occupy the space next to your grandmother, she grows increasingly more aware of your presence and the quizzical look on your face. 'Why don't you find something to amuse yourself with, dear,' she says as she places a hand on your arm.  'This house is old and full of mysteries, I'm sure:  a perfect playground for someone your age.' You nod and begin to walk away, but something inside you urges you to look back at your grandmother.  As you glance over your shoulders, you see the words 'The Seas of Astoria' in a shining, flowing script that you swear was not there before.  You shake your head hurriedly to clear your mind and your vision, and continue back to where you had been sitting before. "
"grandfather"   "'I miss him so much,' she says poignantly as her eyes become misty. 'But let us talk of other things: I only wish to think of happier times.'"
"herself"   "The sight of your grandmother moves you, as you try to understand how she must be feeling.  You approach her, asking, ‘Grandmother, are you feeling alright,’ half expecting her not to respond, as she seems busied with the book she is reading, but you felt as though you should make an attempt to comfort her.  ‘Is there  anything I can do for you?  Get you a cup of Assam breakfast tea, maybe?’[paragraph break]Your grandmother pauses for a moment, closing her eyes and gently inhaling, as if she can smell the tea.  After a second, she opens her eyes and smiles at you.  ‘No, dear,’ she sighs, returning her gaze to the book, ‘I am alright…just reading a bit from your grandfather's favorite book, you know.  It's curious how it reminds me of him, of when he was your age, actually.’" 

Understand "herself" as "[your grandmother]".