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Descriptive Essay: My Grandmother's House

Grandmother's House

My grandmothers house has a very special place in my heart. I lived

with my grandmother for many years when I was little. Her house always

seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As

you walk into the front door of her house you notice a long, slender

stairway that led up into the main hallway of the house. The strong smell

of cigarette smoke is quite evident when you reach this point. Yes, my

grandmother did smoke.

My grandmother's house was always full of laughter and many cheers.

Our family used to call it Grand Central Station. There was always someone

over her house visiting whether it be family or friends. My grandmother's

doors were always open to everyone no matter what. When my grandmother had

company she would tell us very seriously to act nicely in front of them or

she would be very upset at us.

My grandmother always sat in the kitchen of her house. This is

where she would drink her hot black coffee with no sugar and smoke her

Virginia Slim cigarettes. She would sometimes sit in her kitchen for hours

upon end and watch the ducks and the geese swimming by on the river and if

it were warm enough outside she would crumble up some bread and feed it a

little at a time to them.

In the summer time my grandmother and whoever happened to be at the

house would sit out on the sundeck for hours and talk about anything and

everything imaginable; she was known as the neighborhood gossip queen. The

sundeck was a place for everyone to sit and relax in the warm sunny breeze.

My grandmother was a very spontaneous person, she did what she wanted to at

the drop of a hat and nobody ever stopped her. She was always very active

in many thing like Veterans Auxiliary, making crafts, cooking, cleaning,

etc., but always had time for the ones she loved.

Living at my grandmothers house was indeed alot of fun because she

was so easy going with me. She allowed me to do all the things that I

wanted to do and dreamed about. She was always willing to lend me a hand in

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