My Grandfather’s House

My grandfather’s house is a very special place to be. I lived with my grandfather for many years when I was little. His house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the front door of his 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 grandfather did smoke.

My grandfather's house was always full of laughter and many cheers. Our family used to call it the M.A.R.T.A station. There was always someone over his house visiting whether it was family or friends. My grandfather's door was always open to everyone no matter what. When my grandfather had company, sometimes he used his voice to get our attention, he would tell us very seriously to act nicely in front of them or he would be very upset at us.

My grandfather always sat in the kitchen of his house. This is where he would drink his hot black coffee with no sugar and smoke his cigarettes. He would sometimes sit in his kitchen for hours upon end a...