Grandma Becky - Original Writing

Grandma’s house was probably a lot like your Grandma’s house. Right when I walked in, it was like the oven just spit out its first batch of cookies. The warmth and smell of the house came from that oven. It was older than Grandma was. It squeaked and hissed every time it opened. The oven was so ugly, no one would ever believe the beautiful things it could make. The boys would be in the living room yelling and shouting while watching basketball, football, hockey, or any other professional or college sport there is, occasionally stopping in to steal some

The house was flooded with people, all there to pay respects to Claudia's late grandmother. Long forgotten relatives walked by with uncomfortable smiles and tear streaked faces; many stopping to share their condolences or ask how she was doing. She responded accordingly, with a 'thank you' here and an 'okay' there. When everyone had filed to the kitchen, she headed in the opposite direction - where she let her mind wander to her grandmother's service.

My grandma shifted in the shadows, her figure highlighted by the street lamp pouring thru the un-shuttered windows. The veins on the back of her hands noticeably ripple over the arms of the chair, as she tightens her body to lift out of the chair. Her arms bend stiffly as she moves away from her seat; her body creaks and cracks, slowly but surely she stands to help me.

It was a pleasure interviewing my friend’s grandma, since I consider her a grandma as well. I decided to interview her because I wanted to learn more things about her. I arrived at their home around 3:00 pm; I made sure that she wasn’t busy before arriving. We sat on the kitchen table for the interview. During the

Once her Grandma's wrinkled hand had touched her shoulder, she knew what she was going to ask her. She didn’t want to visit the rancid-smelling and dark attic. Susie loved her granny, but she hated how her grandmother would use her to acquire objects out of the attic because her she can’t get up to the attic. Her grandma was getting very old and had very annoying arthritis. Susie felt that she always needed to help in anyway that she could. Susie was against going there because the small, beady-eyed dolls would talk to her in her head.

“To your Grandma's house!” My mom hollered. I heard her coming up the stairs to collect me and my things. “Ok, ok. I'm coming” I said when she had gotten to the doorway to my bedroom. “Meet you in the car” My mom smiled and then turned to head back downstairs.

“Suddenly there was a crash”, Tia’s grandma exclaimed. There the broken floor was broken, and she was never heard from again”

As I sauntered into the house, my grandma tried to get my attention, but I was not attentive at all. Besides, I wanted to be alone. I went into the three-season porch and sat in my dad’s black, leather office chair. As I

As I sauntered into the house, my grandma tried to get my attention, but I was not attentive at all.  Besides, I wanted to be alone.  I went into the three-season porch and sat in my dad’s black, leather office chair.

No matter how mixed up she got, she always showed the same reverence for God, whose love she was always sure surrounded her. That was one of the things I always liked best about Granny. I was helping her in the garden once, and I paused because it felt like I had swung that hoe five hundred times. I saw that Granny had stopped too and was just looking around us. She smiled at me, her blue eyes shining, and said, "I reckon I never feel so close to the Lord as I do in my garden, girlie."

The roar of the engine reverberated through the house as Rebecca acknowledged the presence of her grandparents. Her melancholy grandparents strode through the rusty door of one of the most exhausted houses in the neighborhood. She couldn’t bear to look at her grandfather because he reminded her of her late father so much. The slow and steady steps of her grandparents were coming towards her. Rebecca meekly put a fraudulent smile on her face so that her grandparents wouldn’t know how much grief she was in.

When she came to herself, she looked around for her grandfather; he had already walked toward his friends- she saw him shake Eli‘s hand and exchange hellos. She wished she could hear what they were saying, but they were talking quietly. No matter how hard she strained her ears to hear them, she couldn’t understand what they were saying. It seemed as though hours had passed since she got down from the wagon; however, it had only been a couple of minutes at most. A woman’s gentle tone finally penetrated her concentration, which was focused on her grandfather and Eli‘s quiet conversation.

As Emma creeped closer the wind shut the door to get in and we both shrieked. Emma looked at me and then carried on. As she walked closer the old wooden floor creaked under her feet. She got to the door and held her breath while she opened it. There wasn’t anything but a old coat inside, and we both let out a sigh of relief. The old musty smell was very strong and the shadows in the place were very creepy so we decided to leave.

As a child, my grandma was one of the best in the world to me. I always wonder how an elderly can be filled with so much life. The type of woman who was always on the move. Growing up I spend most of my time at my grandma 's house, not because my mom didn’t want to watch me, my grandma just loved having us around. Even with more than eight kids in her house, she still wanted us around. She wasn’t very old, nor did she looked old, everyone always thought she was my mom older sister. Being a wife, mom, and grandma just seem to be her favorite thing to be. She own about five boutiques and still manage to raise her brother’s children.

Within seconds, I was gathered in the arms of a plump old woman while her words floated up to me, "Well, there's my girl!" I smiled and pulled back from the embrace, staring down at the woman who had come to be my second grandma. She was 80, rather over weight, and short wavy gray-white hair sat atop a round face. Small, beady wide spread gray-green eyes smiled at me with a cheerful light and a pudgy nose crinkled above thin pale lips. I looked at her and saw the love in her eyes. I smiled and knew that there was no where else I needed to be.