Licorice Pizza: L.P. - long playing. Those familiar with music from a box with a spinning needle know what I’m talking about. My mom and grandparents started their record collections from this store decades ago. I stumbled upon them one day in my grandfather’s 1900 craftsman-style home. Yes, I am a 17 year old California girl who discovered and fell in love with vinyl records before their current revival. I love feeling the grooves in records and watching the soothing spin of the record around the turntable. When I received my own Crosley turntable, I was so delighted to finally play all the records. There is a feeling about those LP records, that old craftsman-style home, and reminiscing about times with my grandfather that delight my fascination …show more content…
A steal was an original recording of Don McLean’s “American Pie” that I stumbled upon at Holy Cow’s Record Store in Seattle’s Pike’s Market. The catchy tune and its many deeper meanings resonate with me in its prose describing the death of iconic rock n’ roll singers. Unlocking the message is awesome. Another one of my finds is a Carpenter’s “Yesterday Once More” album. The song is about her old radio songs. For me, it is a transformation to my childhood and my grandfather’s old 1900 craftsman-style …show more content…
Memories of using a manual hand mixer to beat our eggs and leafing through his library of yellowing photo album pages. Sometimes he would tinker with broken clocks, leaking plumbing fixtures, or an old 1970 VW Beetle he gave to my grandmother. I make it a mission to explore a nook or storage box in his garage. His house is perpetually frozen in 2009. Thumbing through his family albums, I’ve seen his house and neighborhood transform over the decades.My grandfather passed before I left elementary school, and learning about his life with a more developed mind has made me wish for more time with
Living across the street from my Papa Gene, I found myself spending every summer day in his humongous- or so my eight year old self thought- pool, treating myself. I was always the kid that thought my grandparents were a God-sent gift to me and I was the luckiest girl in the world. I can still recall the the taste of the orange creamsicle popsicles my grandma would place in a cup outside and let melt before I drank them because she knew that was my favorite way to eat them. I definitely spent the sweetest of summers at that small house with the huge pool. While many childhood memories were made at my grandparent’s house, the one picture that will burn in my head until the end of time will be the one
My grandpa was one of the mentors in my life who really got me started on hunting. When my grandpa died I was given his shotgun a few years later. I will always consider that the most memorable gifts I was ever given. The gun
Do you think Soda Pop is a caring/helpful person for others? Well I think Sodapop is because he is considerate for everybody. Soda pop is in a gang in the Outsiders and they are a group of teenagers that are that have low income. Soda pop sent a letter to Ponyboy and half of his paycheck when they ran away to hide, then He took of Ponyboy's shoes And socks when Ponyboy passed out on the bed and Sodapop didn't even do it to himself, then he kept Ponyboy,Deli and himself together .
My grandpa, Fred was an interesting man. I first met him when me and my family had moved into his home after helping him with his hoarding problem. He was a big man with white hair and a white beard. I quickly learned that he was very wise, who had done many things and knew many things. He would show me his favorite books as a kid, and fueled my love for reading. He showed me old fossils he had collected over the years and had created my interest for science. He would tell me stories of his past, of the many places he would travel to. I’ve always wanted to travel since then.
Inspiring him through stories from her past, she was able to help him make smarter choices to have a better future. In addition to R.P.E., other stories that I read by different authors, always pulled me into wanting to hear how life was like for older people and the hardships they encountered. As people back home says, “I'm an old soul,” and truthfully, I love older people. They have so much wisdom and life lessons to share and maybe that's why I tend to cling to them more than I do people my age. Before my grandmother's passing on April 8, the day of the mass communication dinner, she always taught me the do's and don'ts of life and shared stories with
My grandfather, Lieutenant Colonel Wayne Raab, served in the US Air Force for 27 years. He married the love of his life, Marie Raab, on November 12, 1961. They had one child together, my mom. After my grandpa retired from the Air Force he worked at a paper making company in Sumter, South Carolina. Instead of having flowers in the middle of the dining room table there would be a beer bottle full of Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce. He would put that sauce on everything, he called it his “magic juice”. My grandparents had a fig tree in their backyard that my grandpa would give a splash of his “magic juice” to everyday because he said it gives the figs a little extra flavor when they are ripe. He brewed his own beer out of a shed in his backyard. And in 2010 he was diagnosed with Parkinson 's Disease.
Some of my favorite moments with my grandfather were how we always did everything together. I was glad I lived with my grandparents. Stuff with my actual family weren’t the best, because they thought they couldn’t handle me. My grandfather and I had so much fun throughout the years. We enjoyed going for ice cream the most. We always had the same ice cream every once in a while, but occasionally we would change it up a little. We usually grabbed chocolate ice cream for a treat, but sometimes we would decide we want a twist ice cream. I loved spending time with my grandfather.
Some of my favorite precious moments happened in grandmas kitchen each and every time we visit. Whether it was just eating some of her delicious cookies or dancing, talking, or watching the windows. The atmosphere all around grandmas house was filled with lots of sweetness joy and peace inside and out. The smell of sweet cookies over home cooked meals covering flung over the table. Fresh cold drinks like grandma got it straight from the sky. There was lemonade, milk, and coffee smelling like she hand made them with the ripest lemons, milk straight from the cow and coffee fresh from the beans. Only grandma could make it smell like that.
I once had a puppy named Licorice, and she was about 4-5 months old. My uncle's dogs had puppies and he gave one to my sister for christmas. My sister was so glad to have a puppy because she had been asking for one all year. My sister named her Licorice because that was her favorite candy at the time. After a month of having Licorice we had all the chores in line who walks the dog, who washes the dog and all that stuff. My sister and i liked to mess with the dog because the dog would react funny. After two months i started to have this weird feeling that made me worry about Licorice every time i heard a song in the car. Listening to that song reminds me of licorice today. Two months later the most tragic night of my life was about to happen.
I distinctly remember the weeknights at his house. Sitting upon his lap, walking down the street, getting pulled in my wagon through a park--these were things I loved doing with Grandpa. I was not just another person to him: I was the ultimate grandson, and I was special.
After researching about fast food and understanding how the huge industry works. I can conclude that the effects of eating fast food on a day to day basis are
The crunch of frozen grass could be heard a mile away at five o’clock in the morning. My grandpa and I whispered conversation as we strolled over to our favorite deer blind. We cautiously marched over sticks trying hard not to make any sounds. We eventually made it without spooking any deer and set our guns down, waiting for sunrise. These are the times I enjoy the most with my grandpa. It is a chance to sit back and enjoy life with one of my favorite people on this planet. Time goes slower in these moments. It gives us a chance to share conversation about anything. We swap stories from the past and I always seem to learn something new from my grandpa. Whether it be from advice he gives me or from an experience long ago, I’m always listening. Although our experiences may be different we still love to enjoy the same hobbies together, whether it’s woodworking, hunting, or time out on the lake; sharing life with my grandpa is priceless.
For many people, Grandpa is a storyteller, someone to go fishing with, and someone who has your back no matter what. The experience I had with my grandpa was a little different. I never got the opportunity to meet my great-grandfather Liston Grider, but he still somehow managed to have a huge impact on my life. Sometimes my mom would tell stories about him; happy memories from her childhood, sad ones that were painful for her to tell, and everything in between. I thought I had heard it all, but this past summer I learned something about my great grandpa that would perhaps impact my life forever. This story was not told by my mom like usual, but by someone who was a complete stranger to me. The lessons I learned would not be taught in a single day, but over the span of a month through a series of Facebook messages and letters in the mail. The words I read upon opening those messages and letters would change my life forever, permanently transform my beliefs, and show me what it truly means to be an American.
When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.
Some of the many memories I carry with me every day of my grandmother are the holidays when we used to get together. I remember Thanksgiving and Easter most of all. On Thanksgiving the entire family would come together for dinner and then we would all stay at her house for the night. I remember this so well because we would wake up the next morning to the smell of breakfast and all the ladies would be gone shopping to the "After Thanksgiving Sale".