My Grandmother - Original Writing

One moment that I will cherish forever was when I helped her prepare dinner in her kitchen. I remember watching

My grandma and I were very, very close when I was growing up. She lived here in town so seeing her was something that my family did very often. Over this past summer I had gotten a moped. Almost every single day I would stop by and me and my grandma would just sit there and talk. We liked to talk about or crazy distant family members and just have a good time. It never got old talking to

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

I had always adored being in the classroom with her and trying to learn what she was teaching her classes, although they were much higher above my learning level. I had gone to the school with her for a couple years up until the time she had retired. This was an important aspect of my life because as I got older, English was always my strong point in school. Having her teach me how to read and write helped me become advanced in my English classes. I had always gotten high grades in all of my English courses or I was always put in the higher level reading groups at school. My grandmother really helped me establish a broad range of vocabulary; with this I was able to write quite well even as a young child in my younger

My grandma was my best friend when I was young; I couldn’t wait to go see her. Being her only granddaughter I was secretly her favorite. She would have lots of yummy treats when I would visit her and when no one was looking she would sneak me a few

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

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 lived with my grandmother for the first half of my life. She practically raised me. Everyone in our village would talk about how much she spoiled me. She would go out of her way to get what I needed. One day I was playing with my friends, there was food in the house but I just wanted to eat snacks. I complained and whined about it until I got what I wanted she made my uncle go all the way into the city to buy me some snacks even though I could’ve just eaten what was in the house. She was a part of me. We had so much in common. My mom wasn't unable to raise me because she was living in America.

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

Every thanksgiving I would go to my granny house house on my daddy side to eat, chill, and joan with that side of the family. Then a couple hours later when everybody's starting to leave I go to my other granny house. Since she and my grandpa has passed it doesn't seem like thanksgiving without them being here.I loved going to see them and the other side of the family that I haven't seen in awhile. There was always a holiday party she threw every year. Every year my granny knew I loved her cheesecake so she would put up a whole one for

Growing up was not such an easy task for me. There came a time where I needed support far more than anyone person could provide, except for one, she was exceptional she was my rock, she held my world together she is my Grandmother. My Grandmother was not just my Grandmother; she was also my friend, my provider, and my savior because without her I would have more than likely taken a very wrong path in life.

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.

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".

Of course you always hear people talking about how great their grandmother or grandfather are, I too feel the same way about my grandmother. I see her as more than my grandmother, she’s a role mole, my best friend and also like a sister when I need her. She’s always been a loving and caring person. Not for only her friends and family, but also strangers. People she has never met a day in her life she would be willing to go give her last too. You don’t find to many people like her too often.