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My most favorite place has always been my grandmother’s house. This is the place I would have to go to before and after school. I have always loved my grandmother’s house because it made me feel safe and warm. There was a smell of coffee in the air at all times. It seemed like all my grandmother did was make coffee. If I smell coffee, I instantly think of my grandmother’s house. My grandmother’s house was always filled with people. I can remember sitting in a chair watching her do hair. She would take a hot comb and straighten her clients’ hair. The smell of burning hair would linger in the house for days. The house was old. My grandmother lived in it most of her life. The house was white with black trimming, but most of the paint was chipped away on the back porch, there was always fire wood. No matter if it was winter, spring, summer, or fall, there would always be firewood on the porch. The house had one of those older heaters that used firewood. I can recall putting wood in the heater and taking a poker to stir the flames. That was the closest I ever came to playing with fire. I used to get so excited and would always volunteer to poke the fire. In the summer, we would play at the pond behind the house. It looked more like a swamp than a pond. The pond was black as night and home to the snakes, tadpoles, frogs, and fish. We would go to the pond to catch the tadpoles and fish. When night fell, we would run around and catch fireflies. We also helped plant peas, collard greens, and corn around the area. The corn grew up like a forest! I can remember running through the corn and playing hide and seek. Even after all the fun I had, picking the vegetables and shelling the peas was not my favorite moment. On Sundays, Grandmother would cook a big Sunday dinner. Everyone was expected to come to her house after church. The men would be in the den watching the television while the women cooked. They would cook chicken, collard greens, peas, and
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Each village had a town square at its center with seats where spectators could sit.The town square was used for ceremonies and games. Each village had a circular town house with clay walls and a cone shaped bark roof about 25 feet high. This was a ceremonial lodge and was also used for shelter for the homeless. Some town houses were smaller with a slanted bark roof only about 10 feet high. The most common house had a slanted bark roof with the roof about 7 feet high these were used for individual families, it held about, four to five people in it.. Each family had a summer and winter house both were packed with mud. The summer house was often used as a guest house for when visitors came to visit. They also owned their own granary which was half open and they also had a warehouse which was open on all four sides similar to a chickee.
picked up some dirt from the fire place and threw it up in the air and
homes for weeks. Left over meals were thrown onto the ground for animals, also feeding
When we got on the other side of the lake we got the fishing poles, minnows and gas. We had to take the gas to put in the boat motor. It was a one mile walk to get to the other lake. When we got to the lake we put the fishing tackle in the boat and then we went and started fishing for lake trout. We had to put two hundred feet of string down with a minnow on it. We had the minnow on a hook called a cow bell, it had bright neon color beads on it so the fish were able to see it in that dark water. We each were allowed to catch and keep 3 fish. I caught 2, Luke caught 3, Grandpa caught 3 and Grandpa’s friend caught 3. Then we started back to the cabin to have the fish
At night I would sit on the porch with my grandfather, Drink milk with ice, eat sardine, and listen to his stories.
the Lower East Side, because it was the only place one could arrive and not have
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Another apartment, two or three stories high. The floor plan was open and snow would frost the edge of the balcony as we looked out. I remember walking outside into crisp clean cold air and throwing snow up in the air just waiting for it to sprinkle its softness on my raspberry-pink coat. I remember decorating our Christmas tree with the same size and shape multicolored ornaments and multi colored lights that I would manage to break. It is one of my fondest memories, because everything felt cozy and familiar, a true home. Not for long, however. You probably saw it coming, we moved to Jersey City, NJ. Two houses this time. The house on Erie Street, a stone’s throw away from the corner shop, was a little rectangle home on the outside, and looked like an Ikea home on the inside. I remember feeling the floor rumble as the landlord had his frequent parties with music as loud as a jet engine, and I remember feeling the floor slip from under my feet as my dad would chase me around the
be actually hot. In this way the fire moves and alters the wood. Now, it is not possible for
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
Almost every form of our favorite entertainment involved dirt or mud or rain, and that was half the fun! One of my few memories from early childhood comes from around the time my family was building the house we now live in. Before the house was finished, large hills and areas of mud provided me with full time entertainment. I can recall how fascinated I was walking around in the mud flat, which is now our front yard, and picking up large globs of dripping dirt and literally painting myself with the wet, red clay. My friend from Florida joined me in the merrymaking, and this was the way we enjoyed eachother's company. We also turned a five foot pile of sand into an amusement park one afternoon of the same year. As the grit slipped into every nook and cranny of our clothes and bodies, we slid,...
My favorite place as a child was County Park Lake. When we had family picnics because we all got together and there was great food and kids playing and the adults playing horse-shoes and could tell there was love for one another. There was no other place like this when I was a child. Some of my fondest memories was at that picnic site we should all have memories likes those.
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