Grandmother's House Essay

Right when I walked through the door, I got a burst of happiness. I felt safe, warm, and loved. The house smelled just like a fresh batch of moist, delicious brownies right out of the oven. There wasn't a single time I walked through the door and felt disappointed or sad. This feeling is just one of the many reasons my grandma had a huge impact on my life.

Heavenly smells in the air, footballs on T.V, family is gathered around, and a comfortable homey feel of my grandmother’s house makes Thanksgiving one of my favorite meals of the year. I will always have memories of thanksgiving at my grandmothers. The smell that rushes your nose as you walk in to the house. So many mouthwatering smells go through the air at my grandmother’s thanksgiving. Her Thanksgiving dinner never fails to fulfill my expectations. With the whole family gathered and the dinner table full of delicious food, I can’t help but feel content.

Every family event, it always ended up at my grandmother’s home. I feel as though my grandmother did an amazing job at hosting the family gatherings. She is great at keeping the family so tight. We all come together because of her, ad I hope our generations of family members will keep that alive. With that being said I cherish every moment that was held in that house, all my memories are there.

I special moment I have had with my grandma was the time we went fishing with my cousins . I was maybe 7 or 8 years old and I was trying to get a fish and a big turtle came and snapped my line . I was sad after but she got me some ice cream after so i could feel better . We went home shortly after that and took a nap .

A special memory I have about my Nana is when we were at her resting home in Northern California when she started making her lips look like a fish's lips. That day she ended up teaching me how to do fish lips. It made so exited and happy, but most of all I felt loved. And I will never forget when we were at my aunt's house

Up from Slavery Back in the days, my wonderful Grandmother died in 1980 and left a few things around. My Mother went to her house to find out what she left in her house. I wasn’t born then but my mom told me what happened we really miss our grandmother and how she made us laugh and cry at some times. When my grandmother was alive she used to tell us how slavery was back in the days. We used to actually cry when she told us that we couldn’t believe how they use to get treated back in the days .My grandmother was a helping kind lady that helped us when she could that was the only person that looked out for us. She was the best in the world I know everybody else in the world wish they still have they grandmother. Whenever we didn’t have anything to eat my grandmother would make us something

Rite Of Passage Ever since I was a little kid I’ve been going to my grandparents the day after Christmas day. My family would go there and meet up with all the other Woodruffs that would come. It was mostly three or four families if we got lucky. But when we would get together it would be a great time. My grandma isn’t exactly “traditional” as she doesn’t bake cookies or knit sweaters or generic stuff that other grandmas do. But she was still very loving and welcoming.

I only recall making chocolate chip cookies with Grandma. I was too young to remember anything more than the gooey sweetness that came out of the oven when I was over at Grandma’s house. That, and the stories I am told are what Grandma Marsha is to me. She is a pan full of soft, steamy, chocolate chip filled cookies. To this day Mom and I still make chocolate chip cookies. We play the same music from the original vinyl records. We make them whenever we have all the ingredients, have the craving, or just think of Grandma. Dana comes over on Grandma’s birthday to make them with us. This is when they tell stories of Grandma. We look at old pictures, pictures with the corners folded over and stacked in an old box in the basement.

One day after in thanksgiving break my grandma came to visit. I loved having my grandma over because she would always bring me chocolates and gifts, but also I loved seeing my mom happy and she would always have the biggest smile on her face when grandma was visiting. Everyone in the family thought grandma was a proper grandma the classic one, she would eat nicely and get her nails done, have her hair done and always try to look her best, but what I learned from this experience are lots of things that you would never think my grandma would do.

The 110 degree air hits my body as i walk out of the Miami florida airport where a bus is waiting for me and everybody else that is going to get a car to rent. I get excited and want to do as much as i can with my family

Growing up and hearing my dad say, “I am going to Hattie’s house who wants to come.” This would always make all of us kids jump off the couch. As a matter of fact, I would have dropped anything I was doing to go to her house. Everyone loved my aunt Hattie. It always seems like she had the whole neighborhood at her house. That’s probably because she did. My aunt Hattie has always been so welcoming and open hearted; she was always so delighted to see anyone that walked through her door. She always made you feel as if her house was your own. Always insisting us to help ourselves to all the food and drinks she kept at the house. I can never remember a time being bored at my Aunt Hattie’s house. Her house was like an all you can eat buffet, racetrack and ballpark all at once.

Our grandma’s house is the one place we can go to celebrate things like holidays or birthdays. So when I was six we went to our grandmas house to celebrate our cousins 4th birthday. The first thing we do as a family is play a family game. So we did play a game but the thing about playing games in my family is that something bad always happens like someone getting hurt or we argue and fight and then we would end the game instantly. So after we played that family game the parents usually just sit around and talk the rest of the time.

The familiar smell of soft cookies and homemade cooking are common thoughts when people think about their grandma's house. Great feasts and family gatherings play a part in everyone's grandmother's home. But when I really think about my grandma's house only one word comes to my mind: fun.

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

I close the car door and step onto the snow covered pavement. The dogs bark inside of my aunt’s house, and my family and I walk in. I am greeted by my aunts, uncles, and grandma on my dad’s side. My cousins, who are much older than me, sit in