Description Of A New Spring

I made my way to my aunt’s house. Her home smelled of fresh cut pine, and she offered me a cup of coffee with a cinnamon stick in it. I accepted, and we went to the kitchen table and discussed our week. As she talked, I looked out her kitchen table. A small oak grew in the front yard. Snow capped the birdfeeder beside her bird bath.

Growing up in this city of Chicago was very nice. I lived on the Westside of Chicago, Hamlin and Augusta. Our community was not a community it was block. The block is the street that I lived one. My sisters and I was able to go to the park until the sunset. We would walk almost a mile just to have fun. We was able to walk everywhere, candy store, school, parties, and mall. All the houses on the blocks where kept up so nice. Every house had a flower bed. There were no boarded up houses. The grass was cut so well, and the brushes were trimmed nicely. You could smell the food that the neighbors were cooking. All the children on the block were able to play with each other. The neighbor would feed the other neighbors children. The trust for the people on Hamlin was very strong because everyone knew each other for years. The early 2000’s is a year that I will never forget. In 1973 my mom was born in Chicago. She lived in the same house that I lived in on Hamlin. As I was talking to my mother she was telling me that her life living in Chicago was lovely. Her dad

For a moment, I was transported back to my grandmother’s house in Small Town, Tennessee. I could smell the fresh Earth and hear all of the different livestock, fowl and outside dogs that guarded the animals, just as they did the house, from any predators. I recalled being a little girl dancing like no one watched, dreaming up inventions,

As I lay in bed on a fall evening, an open window lets in a cool breeze accompanied with sounds of crickets and a faint train horn blare. As I peer out into the dark night sky I see an ebony sky glittered with stars. A sense of calm washes over me and I know I’m right where I’m meant to be! It’s a small town, Galt, with a population under 23,000. I didn’t grow up here, but it’s where I’ve lived for the past ten years, and it’s where I’ve chosen to raise my children. The town is a combination of city and farm living. Children from the same school either take a long bus ride through the desolate and diminishing backroads every morning, or a short walk through the peaceful and charming subdivisions to reach their destination. There is a mixture

Located in Silver Creek, Nebraska, the house that belonged to my grandmother became my second home. Silver Creek is a small town found along highway 30 between Central City and Columbus, and it was about an hour drive from Grand Island. This is the town where my mother grew up and where she taught for many years and I went to school before we made the transition to Aurora when I was in the fourth grade. Rather than spend two hours commuting every day, we would often spend the night at my grandmother’s house once or twice a week. This is where I slid down the banister of the basement stairs and where I broke my toe trying to do a karate kick. Being such a small town, Silver Creek gave its residents a strong sense of community, and no matter where you were in the town, the chances that you would see someone you knew were very high. There were fewer people my age there with only nine other students in my grade in school, but we were much closer together. It was extremely rare to go somewhere in town and not see someone you knew. Rather than being forced to entertain myself like I did in Grand Island, I was able to spend more time with others around my age because they were never more than a few blocks

I open the front door and immediately see the 20 x 30 inch portrait we had professional taken last Winter. I see Adayln’s pearly white smile, Mason’s differently colored eyes that gleam brighter than a splash of water in sunlight. Tears rush down my pale face. I walk upstairs and into Kylar’s room. I am welcomed with his scent. His favorite colon, the one from Macy’s that Dad got him on his 8th birthday. He never missed a day without it on. I go to my room and gather my most prized belongings. The blanket that all six of us made at church, the small family collision of Kylar, Mason, Adayln, and I, the beaded necklace that Mason made me for my 13th birthday, the Pandora Ring that Mommy got me when I became a teenager, and so many more prized items that I fill it three moving boxes. I am ready to leave. I walk out and see my family smiling at

I could hear all the kids scream as they played outside. Many other adults were talking and I finally understood one of them. “We need the wood thank you so much rover.” This is what i got out of all of the conversation. Soon after they grabbed me and took me in this hut where many other wood piles and pieces were. Then I heard “DAD!” I looked over and seen my son. Woody turns and say “Dad i found mama!” Sarah my wife and mother of my child looks at me and says “I'm so glad to see you, we are helping this school keep warm” These children are really sweet, They come in here all the time talking to us. But of course we can't talk back to them.” “The kids always thank us for keeping them

I grew up living in st.louis missouri. Growing up in st.louis wasn’t so easy for me. I went to a school called confluence academy walnut park.I lived in a two family apartment one side owned by my grandma and one side that my mother owned. This was until my mother got sick with breast cancer. So sick that the hospital had to bring in a portable hospital bed and move it inside my grandma’s house so my mother could be watched. I wasn’t that old of age at but i realized and learned more than a child my age should have. The house my mother had was watched by me and my brother but most of the time i just stayed at my grandma house to watch them both.

Far down a dusty highway sat a quaint little neighborhood in the rural sides of Indiana. This suburban edition went by the title of Stable Acres. The roads were old and scared with lines of tar and gravel to fill the streets riddled with potholes. The thin asphalt path snaked around trees and other houses. In my grey suede car seat, I could feel our maroon car, with interior the color of sand, come to a smooth complete stop. Outside there was a house painted a deep rich red and a concrete driveway that was also very tan. Past the windows you could see dainty ivory lace curtains that kept out the harsh sunlight. Suddenly, my car door would be opened, and my mother would place my one hand into my second home, my grandmother.

As soon as we set foot in that house I knew, we were going to raise our son there, this was going to be our home forever. The home was beautiful the outside was covered with white brick, there was a grand double door opening, there was even a grand foye, it was mansion. At first I was wondering why the price was so low but Lila told me to forget about it and that I did. We put in an offer on the house right away, we waited two long weeks before we found out that the owners had accepted our offers. We moved in two months before Lila’s due date. The first room

The house occupied by my daughter and I lived fell silent, the sunlight stopped shining in for a few moments. I looked around to remember how lively this house was, back when her mother was still alive.

It is a beautiful day with a nice cool breeze. There are kids outside playing in the park. You can hear cars in the distance. There is a small house on a hill where Elisabeth lives with her mother. Elizabeth has long brown hair and hazel eyes. She looks a lot like her mother. Her life had been just about perfect until now. Elizabeth is one day away from turning 15. She is really nervous. She has lived with her mother so long now, just the two of them. All of the fun memory's they have had together could just disappear without her house and her mother. Leaving would be so hard.

It was a cool November morning when I arrived at my new home. The wind was blowing the birds were chirping and the trees were dancing in the cool autumn breeze. Many things have happened to and in this house and this is an account of these events.

After a long two hour drive our car would pull up in Ware, Massachusetts. We would pull down the street as Dad would gently turn the wheel in order to avoid the potholes which lined the avenue. Then I would see it. The Harzy house. The house of the older couple, my third set of grandparents. We would drive past it and into the driveway next door. When I saw the green truck sitting in the open garage, I knew Johnny was home.

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