Going to grandma’s house was always a happy time. She would greet us on the front steps with a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. Our family gathered at her house, it was full of love, laughter and great southern cooking.
Our mother would pack up the blue station wagon and say with excitement, “Girls, let’s go to grandma’s.” On our trip we drove the back roads from Jacksonville to her house. Along these roads were black and white dairy cows and farms. We would stop at the country roadside stands, full of the freshest fruits, vegetables and homemade jams and jellies. She purchased vegetables and fruit. A little further down the road, there was an older man always sitting roadside on the tailgate of his truck selling “Hot Green Boiled Peanuts.” We stopped there also purchasing these salty delicacies. It was such a treat to get them with a small Coca-Cola.
Arriving at grandma’s, there were beautiful flowers of many varieties blooming all over her yard and hanging from the porch. The flowers were vibrant reds, blues, pinks, purples and yellows. We were not allowed to pick them. The garden was full of vegetables and herbs. She would walk through the garden with us .Teaching us, this is ready to pick and no not quite yet on others. She always beamed with pride as she showed off her bountiful garden.
Afterwards we gathered on the porch around our grandma. She would sit in her rocking chair and tell stories of our parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and our siblings’. We would listen as she narrated each detail. It would seem as if we also lived in these stories.
As the evening was coming to an end the fireflies would come out. We always wanted to know what made them glow. She would say “That is God’s secret children and we don’t question God.” She would give each of us grandchildren a jar. The grandchild who caught the most fireflies got a special
that we are building this, note that there is a stack of blocks on the ground built up like a tower. Andrew knocks over some blocks. Andrew says that the blocks are an elevator, going to grandma’s house. Edward agrees and says that grandma’s house is on a hill. Edward begins to point out where blocks need to go to be grandma’s house. Edward makes blocks stack like a house. Edward continues to make block structures and tell the Andrew and the viewer what they are. Andrew also is making structures with…
My Grandma’s House Some of the best memories of my life are from my Grandma’s house. When I was a kid my most favorite place to visit was always my Grandma’s house. This was the place I would go before and after school. I always loved going to her house because it made me feel safe since I knew I would not be alone. In the winter I was warm because she always had a crackling fire on those cold and rainy days. It seemed like there was always the smell of freshly brewed coffee. As a matter of fact…
back from home, all i hear is my dad and mom talking and basically i hear my dad telling my mom how I am still young, and what happen in school, its a normal thing for me to do that, to defend myself and all that. "but the truth was that he liked going over to his grandmother's house" (Page 16, Chapter 1) This part is talking about how much…
brings out a sense of welcome, intelligence, and altruism. Grandma’s visits have always been the most exciting part of the year, and the fact that she was coming during the second greatest part of the year, just created something even more extraordinary. She would usually only visit for three months, and just for the summer. The rest of the lonesome year was spent eagerly waiting for her to return. My grandma’s presence was surely going to be the greatest gift I would ever receive. The only question…
night time from JFK to London and then to Israel .When he arrived Jonathan family rent a car to take them to his grandma's house .He spend two weeks then he when to spend 4 days with his aunt house .In one of those days Jonathan's dad let him drive in a parking lot empty .One day he when to a lake near this aunt house the water was cold he said .On the last day in Israel there were going to the air port when suddenly there was no planes for New York those day because of the hurricane Irene so they…
could say hello. She turned her head away from direction and began digging into her pocket trying to fish-out her cell phone to avoid interacting with me. My first thought was how rude was that, then I began wondering why she would do that. I wasn’t going to ask her any personal questions, or follow her or anything, just a simple, “Hello, how are you doing?” Was she deaf? Did she not understand? Did her mother not teach her any manners? Then it hit me. She wasn’t accustom to this form of interaction…
begin to rest my head down, I hear loud screams from my father. He was hurting mother again, I was kind of use to it. It was kind of like it filled him to impairment her. I hate that about him. “Were all going to grandma’s for dinner” father said in a very enthusiastic voice. We arrived to grandma’s house then the grown people begin to talk about such a guy my father is. If only they knew what type of man he really is but I didn’t get involved in their conversation, I knew only trouble would come out…
happened to my parents and I was too young to attend their funeral. So it is often moments like this when a familiar smell triggers a memory from the past and reminds me of the parents I lost long ago. “Hello May” I finally reach home and hear my grandma’s voice coming from the kitchen. I look into the kitchen and see her fiddling with the antique Chinese cupboard that was passed down through generations. It has carved images depicting ancient characters from china’s long history which were painted…
on the other hand had no clear desire to be redeemed at the time, but the reader could tell that he contemplated on his decision to kill grandma and her family. This showed a softer side to Misfit that is not very apparent from the beginning. 3. Grandma’s central conflict is an inner conflict that makes Grandma feels she is more superior to others. During the car ride, she spends, a lot of time telling her grandchildren about respecting others, however she refers to a young black boy as a “cute little…
my mother came in to give me some advice. “When you sing, make sure you look straight, don’t slouch, and let nothing but the lyrics go through your mind as you are singing.” Of course I didn’t hear a word she said, as I zoned out thinking about grandma’s story that she had told me about her own singing competition. “The night before the competition, I went to the hospital to visit my mother,” she had said. “She was extremely upset that she couldn’t be there for me at the competition. As she poured…