I Am Talking About My Grandparent 's Home

Family has always been important to me, especially my great grandmother. Great grandmothers are known for always being the backbones of families. They nurture you, pray for you, guide you, but most of all they love you. They are wise and give you great advice. My great grandmother had a strong soulful presence, and whenever you would walk into the same room she was in, you would

My family has shaped who I am today. What is so special about my family, though, is how close we are. I see my cousins almost every week and there is never a dull moment with them. My grandparents, Sitto and Grandpa, keep my family going. They have allowed all twenty five of us to live a successful life. My grandfather created Industrial Protection Products and Industrial Protection Services that both sell fire protection products used in departments all over New Hampshire, Maine, and Massachusetts. My grandmother, known as Sitto in the Murphy family, assisted him in his work and shared ownership for many years. These two linked companies are run by my dad and my uncle. Without the success of my grandparents, my family along with many other families, would not be the same.

Like all homes, my home contains a kitchen. The kitchen represents fond memories of my mom

There are many different places in my life that mean a lot to me, that have a significance to me. In either their significant from a certain memory or just what they represent to me. Not everyone will understand the importance of these places’ that mean so much to myself. Majority of these places are important not because of that one time, but because of the many times. They are important because of how they played a part in shaping me, who I am today. I have a second home with two grandparents who love me as if I were their own child. I formed a tradition that helps me remind me of what I have, a family that loves me. And I was able to travel to a new country that helped me find my true self and become the strong independent woman that I

As a young child, my great grandparents were my world. They cared for me, they took me places, they showed me love and affection and mostly they just admired my existence. At one point in my life me, my mother and my siblings actually lived beside my great grandparents so I could see them and be around them at any time of day because I used to go to their house every day after school, which that was the greatest thing to me because I had that same love for them just as they had for me. So one could say that my great grandparents had a huge role in my life as they helped my mother raise me to be who I am today.

When I was a little girl, my grandpa owned a house down in Tennessee only about five minutes from Dale Hollow Lake. The house belonged to his father, and now to mine. It was a small house, one story, but it had an enormous amount of character. It

In the past, I had a small and tight-knit family, with my mom, my dad, and my older sister living with me. My parents gave as much attention and love to the both of us, but their flaws affected me and my sister in many ways, such as addiction or a lack of attention. However, as I got older, and major life events continued to shake the foundations of our family, I was influenced by other family members like my aunt, my cousins, and my grandparents. While I still care for my mom and am very much connected with her, my grandparents were the ones that gave me the structure I needed to grow and thrive in the world. Overall, the ideals and desires of my parents and grandparents all affected me. My family, while not perfect or as functional as other families, has given all the love and care that I could ever want, and it has shaped me to become the person that I am today.

A few years before both of my grandpas passed away we moved from Naperville Illinois to Westfield Indiana to be closer to both of my grandparents. I was within 10 minutes from one and 2 hours from the other. Almost every week my dad would go see his parents and there where times when I would go with him and times where I would rather just stay home. Our family went up to my moms parents house only 1 or 2 times a month because they were usually on vacation or we were just busy on the weekend. I wish that my family and I had taken more advantage of the fact that we were closer to the rest of our family after the move.

My home is like an old history textbook that someone would find in their attic. It is full of old artifacts that could arguably tell you my families, values, culture, and makeup just by looking at them. One specific artifact that is true and dear to me is an old, almost

My great-grandmother, Mama Jo, is from England, and my great-grandfather, Granddaddy, met her while in combat during World War II. Once the war ended, Mama Jo came across the Atlantic to the states and married my Granddaddy. This is where my family story begins. Their son is my grandfather, and he is the oldest of five children, which could get crazy at times. Most of our family traditions revolve around this side of the family due to its magnitude. Even though my great-grandparents have passed away, we have kept their home in our family, so every holiday we get together there. We call it the “Home Place,” and this place holds a very special place in my heart. Every Christmas we line up tables from one end of the house to the other, and sixty-two of us sit and have breakfast. Every Halloween we all get together and have a “soup night” while answering to the trick-or-treaters knocking on the door. Every Thanksgiving we have lunch at the Home Place, and after we eat, we always go to the front yard and play baseball until the day turns into night. These are the memories that will last a lifetime, and this is where I come from. This is much more than a house. It is a home, and I hope that it can be kept in our family forever so my great-grandchildren will be able to have these experiences.

Kellie and Gregg had been living on the third floor of an old house in Shanghai. Before moving in Kellie had expectations of becoming close friends with the multiple neighbors who lived on the floors below. Once moved in, she realized that the neighbors did not have the same optimism and would not even say hello.

I used to catch the bus to my grandparents house almost everyday after school. Since they were already retired, they were the ones who took care of me after school while my parents were at work. I remember the feelings of anticipation I had while riding the bus. I couldn't wait to go to my grandparent's house. I would always walk two blocks from where the bus dropped me off and then feel a sense of relief upon arriving at the house. Memories of then strike me as odd now, for I have grown so much since I was in that routine, but the memories are still strong. I distinctly remember the small black gate and the cement walk way that leads to the steps and the front door. Upon entering the front door, how could I forget the living room? It had an early 20th century design as did most of house. The parts that were newer were added on as my grandparents had children. The house still felt like an old house to me, anyway. Anything older

My house, still very distinctive in my mind, so beautiful with vivid memories I can never forget,the place where all my family loved coming,and leaving with a light of hope, is the home of my childhood. It’s almost mandatory to mention my childhood home, it is the place where I was at my happiest in my life. Talking about my childhood memories brings me such joy, every time I think of my childhood home,because it is such a vibrant place that made me so excited to grow up, while I had such a carefree life.

When I was very young, my family consisted of six people. My mother and father, my three older sisters, and myself. My sisters were all quite a bit older than me, being between eighteen and nine years old by the time I was born. We all lived together in one house for a little bit, and then my oldest sister moved out and had kids of her own. The home I spent my childhood in was built about 150 years ago. According to the book my sister Heidi found in the Canton Library, it is the oldest house in Harrisburg, South Dakota. But to me is was always just home. In those early years, a good portion of which I don’t remember, the air always smelled of cigarette smoke, and the house was always dark. Windows could open, but the light never seemed to come through. Floral patterns decorated most of the rooms, all filled with second hand furniture from my grandparents.

From an early age I placed a very high value on being a part of my family. At first it was most likely feeling safe and secure. That being said, I had the logical realization that family was important. Of special importance were grandparents and the extended family members. Being born in a town where both sets of grandparents resided in addition to all the rest of my extended family was very comforting to me. Being the first-born grandchild had its advantages. I became very attached to all the grandparents and enjoyed love, attention and quality time frequently until the first grade when we moved. When my younger sister was born, I never felt replaced or left out because of the quality time my grandparents invested in me. Even after my family moved a state away we always went back for holidays, birthdays and summer vacations. I have a great deal of wonderful memories from my childhood.