hear my Aunt Susie’s voice: “Have you spoken to your grandmother today?” For the past several days, my grandmother had been sick with “a cold or something,” as my mother described it. As the daughter who lived nearest, it fell to Mom to care for Grandma while she was under the weather. She had been at my grandmother’s consistently for the past two days, getting groceries and aggressively cleaning the house. I made a quick visit on the first
My grandma took the role of a second mother to me and my brothers since mom and dad were often gone working. Grandma's house located only steps away from mine became home to me, since being the middle child often had to be left there. Closing my eyes, I go
stubbornly repeating "I'm not going to swim". Grandma always laughed so much telling that story! Stories of the war. Protecting the patients from bombs by putting them under the stairs. But the mothers and newborn babies went under their beds. Of bringing corn back after a visit back home and carrying the two pieces round the wards so every soldier could have a bite. Of working with blind children. Of going out into streets full of rubble. ("Were you scared, Grandma?" "No. I was always too busy looking
thinks the same when he remarks back, “Yes’m, the man said, smiling slightly as if he were pleased in sptie of himself to be known, but if would have been better for all of you, lady, if you hadn’t of reckernized me.” This is the final straw that the grandma has picked. At this point, God himself has had enough of her screwing up so many times and now her family being involved that he punishes her by sending The Misfit to look like a blessing in disguise.
to speak her mind; she is my hero; she saved my life; she is my Grandma. Growing up was not an easy task for me, but my grandma made it so much easier. She would drive her four-door, tan Buick fifty miles one way from Warsaw, Indiana, to South Bend, Indiana, every weekend to retrieve me. She would pack me in the front seat of the car. Upon opening the door, the familiar scent of grandma 's rose perfume mixed with her lemon
informal, etc. She tailors her clothes so they fit perfectly. All her clothes are different, and I like how she dresses. I do not like, however, when she dresses with really formal elegant clothes as it gives a bad impression of who she really is. My grandma is tall and thin, has white hair and is very elegant. In other words, my grandmother’s appearance is simply
Eulogy for Grandmother I'd like to talk today about my grandmother, Ruth Smith - about who she was, what she meant to us, and what this day means. Grandma was a homemaker and a lifelong resident of Marshall. This might seem like a constrained life to some, but I don't think Grandma would have agreed, and I'd like to explain why. She was a person with great curiosity - she read all the time, she worked crossword puzzles every day, and she loved watching documentaries on television. In fact
elementary school and junior high I didn’t lie about my parents, but I didn’t freely offer up information about them either. I usually tried to avoid the subject at all costs. When I was in second or third grade, one of my classmates thought my mom was my grandma. I remember it being dark outside when this happened, so we must have been at school for our annual Christmas pageant. Since our school didn’t have too many extracurricular activities, that was the only time we were ever in the school after hours
As I hefted my gigantic duffel bag onto my back and hugged my pillow tightly, I searched the crowd of what seemed like millions of parents for mine. I finally spotted them standing by the baseball field. As I tried to make my way through the crowd, I noticed how different my mother looked. Her face looked much older than I ever remember it looking, but that was soon forgotten in all my excitement. When I finally got to my parents, I gave them each big hugs, and then we headed for the car. Once
staying at my Grandma's house I had been scared, but nothing compared to the fear that ran through my veins on this unforgettable night. I remember how exciting the idea of living with my grandma and being independent from my parents for a whole summer while our new house was being built sounded to me. My grandma lives in a house that is over a 100 years old! I really don't believe it is haunted or anything, but I have definitely heard sounds in the night, some louder and scarier than other nights
I miss you Grandpa I remember spending summers in Kansas with Grandpa. I grew up in the suburbs - spending summers in Kansas was a bit of culture shock. I remember waking up early and sitting around the kitchen table and listening while Grandpa and my mom sipped coffee and talked. The Hutch paper was always spread across the table, and inevitably, the conversation would turn to me. "He probably fails all his classes, don't he?" Grandpa would ask. A slow smile would
it calling, "Hello Grandma." My voice echoes and Grandma says hello from wherever she is, usually the desk. The smell of cinnamon gently envelops me as I step inside. Most antique stores smell musty and old like the merchandise they hold. I close the door softly, but the sleigh bells still jingle. In the summer and spring, when the refreshing smell of potpourri fills the store, Grandma offers me a soda or ice cream, but today, in the fall, she offers a cup of coffee. Grandma goes back to the kitchen
american town. There is the girl, who's name is never revealed and the Grandma, who's name is never revealed as well. The girl is kept at her grandma's house against her will. Her father sent her out to her Grandma's not telling her that she would be staying for good. The Grandma is very critical of everything the girl does. She doesn't approve of any aspect of the girls character. The girl feels the same way about her Grandma. Neither two of the characters get along. After an argument the girl runs
grandmother, her mom, Esther P. Kelly. My great grandmother always attended church and would pray constantly during the day and night. My grandma was always curious as to why her mother was always praying. All through out childhood she would just watch my great grandma pray and do other religious acts of worship. When she became an adult she was finally able to ask my great grandma why it was that she prayed so much and how it came to be. My great grandmother answered by saying that she knows God can hear her
a normal day and fun night, but never did I expect to lose a very important person in my life. That day I was supposed to be at home taking care of my grandma; however, I chose to go out with my friends. We were partying, drinking, and having fun. Unfortunately, I ignored my dad’s caring words, “Son please stay home and take care of your grandma for she is ill.” My parents trusted to do a simple task, but I breached the trust. Since the day she was gone, I couldn’t forgive myself for not attending
can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes. When I think of Christmas the first thing that pops into my mind is the delicious Chocolate Cake that only my grandma knows how to prepare. Perhaps this is the reason why, every year, my family and me try to spend our holiday at our grandma's place. So, every year, we all step into the car and try not to think at the long road that we have in f...
Eulogy for Grandmother When I think of Mary Helen Smith, also known to me as Grandma, I think of learning, laughter and love. Now all of the felicitous times are just a big barrier of memories surrounding my heart. I can remember doing puzzles with my Grandma. The table she'd use came up to my chin when I was first interested in the concept of putting pieces of colorful cardboard together. When we had finished forming all the pieces together, I was in pure fascination of how beautiful
Narrative – I Found Timelessness at Grandma's House It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer
My Grandfather – A Man of Respect Winds scratch his hands and his sharp bones deeply assert their lineaments. He stands like a trembling leaf on the branch of an evergreen, and will not fall. (Emmanuel di Pasquale, "Old Man Timochenko") This stanza from Emmanuel di Pasquale's poem "Old Man Timochenko" portrays my grandfather well. My grandfather is a man of respect because he never gave up on life, not even when his friends and family were burned alive on a train traveling from
current decline in moral values. "The Return" reminds me to be more thankful for the many things I take for granted. It also makes me think about how hard it can be to cope with change. In the poem "Those Rainy Mornings" I am reminded of my grandma and what a kind, loving, wonderful person she is. In Frank Chipasula's poem "Those Rainy Mornings" the speaker is talking about his aunt Gwalanthi. The speaker tells us what a wonderful loving person his aunt is. In the first section