She always had time for all my stories and she was helpful and never judgmental. My grandma had lots of rings, and ... ... middle of paper ... ...ich is what eventually happened. Saja`s death had a big impact on my mom. She used to light a candle every night for weeks next to her picture. When I started to live alone, I continued to do that on her birthday and every Christmas.
She walked in the house and hugged everyone. We all looked at her as if something was wrong. She asked us why we were looking at her so strangely. My mom told her to turn around. There it was, a memorial for my grandpa in his favorite place in the kitchen, the top chair facing
My grandmother is a business lady and someday soon I will have a business of my own. I have learned so much from my grandmother; I can take these lessons and have a bright, rich and successful future because of them. I have received so much love from her and I thank her for that each and every day. It’s not a day that goes by that we don’t speak and every day she inspires me to do better and push harder in my studies. I really appreciate everything that she has taught me and I have nothing but the up-most respect for this lady…Selena
Grandparents are the best of friend and kind person you will ever meet. They love and care about their granddaughter very much. Children enjoy spending time with their grandparents because they are full of story and they always seem to have candy or cookie with them. Children are always excited to about their grandparents ' visitations especially on holidays or birthdays. They hoped that one day they will see their granddaughter grow up and change the world.
My Grandmother Children! The sound of her strident voice reverberates down the narrow stairwell. I remember that musty, dark, winding stairwell that led to her second floor apartment in Glendale as vividly as I did the day I established a meaningful relationship with my grandmother. Through this relationship, I have come to know her as a friend, a confidante, and lastly, a woman I admire. I was only seven at the time, and the only thing I cared about was the fact that my grandmother spoke in a very loud and grating voice, and that she kept on patting my hand (which annoyed me to no end).
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.
He frequently stops at her house because he needs to rest, beside he couldn’t resist her hot chocolate with whipped cream and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. In addition to that she told stories about her life with Jane, and she had beautiful pictures of her daughter and Lucy. Mrs. Park’s parents died in a car accident while she was in her last year of college. When her husband died after five years of marriage, she couldn’t give her heart to anyone else however she had a daughter to raises. This house, she grew up in and later raised her family in.
My Nana was an incredible woman who loved life and lived it to the fullest. Her life was filled with happiness but more than anything it was filled with love. As I grew up next door to her, I had the great privilege of always having the opportunity to visit, sit down and just talk. She was known by many names, some are Mother, Me‘Me’, Nana, Great Grandma and Great Great-Grandmother. What my Grampy would call her was my Betty, my sweetheart.
She always had cookies in stock at her house. That was the only dessert she ever had, but I didn’t complain. To go along with the cookies, I needed a drink. My grandma had a fridge in her garage where she kept all her drinks like pop, chocolate milk, and juice (Kool-Aid). Kool-Aid was my favorite thing to drink when I was little so I always picked the juice in the bottle.
My Grandma is one of a kind but, grandma would not be grandma without her house. She is one of a kind and so is that house. Built in 1972 my grandparents were the first ones to live in the house. My Grandma, Grandpa, uncle Tony, uncle Steve, and my mom, Angela, moved in. At this time the neighborhood was booming, it was the new neighborhood everybody wanted to live in.