My Childhood : A Short Story : My Grandma's Story

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

I remember the days when my grandma would be the one taking care of me after school. Each and every school day, I would eagerly wait for school to end so that my grandma could come and pick me up to bring me back to her apartment. Each and every day, she would come 15 minutes after school had ended to avoid the hassle of dealing with all the parents coming at the same time to pick their kids up. I didn’t mind though, that gave me time to talk to my teachers about issues that I had or just to socialize with my friends. Once my grandma arrived, I would quickly drop what I was doing, say goodbye to whomever I was talking to, and go straight to the car to keep my grandma from waiting. My grandma would immediately greet me and ask how my day

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

was on and she was working on a jigsaw puzzle. I asked her, “Grandma what are you doing up?”

Chloe, my youngest granddaughter, drove me home. In the car she said, “Grandma, are you sure about this?”

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

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 opened the door and lost my footing as I was reaching for the light switch. I fell down the stairs, each step hitting my body on the way down. Until, in the quiet darkness, my head hit the cold concrete floor

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

“How had grandma even died?” I asked Mama having realized just then that she’d never mentioned to me what had happened to her. “I mean, she was pretty young, only fifty-four, and looked pretty healthy in those pictures I saw of her back at the house,” I then added.

Today, Grandma turns eighty four. My parents and I walk through her front door and instantly the familiar smell of orchids fills the air. Through the crowd of aunts, uncles, and cousins, I spot my Grandma, five feet tall and exceptionally well dressed. I walk over and give her a big hug and kiss. After a series of hellos and how are yous, we all make our way toward the big blue couch and plop ourselves down. We orient ourselves around her, like elephants gathering around the wise matriarch of the herd. We listen as she reads, In My Own Words- Helen’s Memoir, out loud. She scans the room and sees her six children and thirteen grandchildren gathered around her tiny living room. With a youthful voice that doesn’t match her eighty

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.

I could hear my grandpa say, “One, two, three!”  The next thing I saw was my mom standing up and screaming while holding up her camera.  I looked down, and I got up!  I was so excited and joyous, and I couldn’t believe that I had gotten up.

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

Visits to great-grandma’s house were like holidays. Not only was I allowed to have all the dessert I wanted, but I didn’t have to clean my plate for it. Grandma spent hours playing tea party, board games and reading to me because she said I was her “greatest great-granddaughter.” I felt so safe and loved when she tucked into bed, kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “I love you. I am so proud of you, just for being you!”