My Grandmother - Original Writing

2013 and I was at my grandmas house. It was a tradition that Jiwe go to the zoo lights and the spaghetti factory. But this was one of the worst days of my life. I was sitting there petting my grandma 's dog he was a boxer mix, and usually he is a really nice dog but today he must not have liked blonde little girls because it happened in an instance. He attacked me . I screeched and I pushed my little sister out of the way into the kitchen.. My mom was in my grandma 's bedroom waking my sister up from

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. There

One summer morning, the aroma of breakfast sausages lured me into the cabin’s kitchen, the place of great food and even greater messes. “Hey, Mary, turn around and stick out your tongue.” I stopped in my tracks as I watched my aunt, Maggie, grab her older sister’s tongue with the cooking tong. After a painful cry, Mary quickly swatted Maggie with a dish towel. “Hey, you’re the one that always says to grab life by the tongue!” Maggie retorted. With a quick giggle, I ran to Mary’s waist and gave

We sat in my grandparent’s living room. The large white curtains were drawn to keep the sun from shining through. My grandpa sat in a red chair with an extra pillow behind him to support his back as I sat in the red wheelchair that had been given to him after he had broken his hip. His face was tanned and his hair was the same as it always was; a halo of white around his head with wispy strands on top that I remember playing with from my childhood.. He had crinkles at the corners his eyes and smile

woke up from my nap feeling much better and smelling food I was indeed hungry. I got out of the bed and headed to my nana room. I pushed open her bedroom door. My nana was sitting up watching the news. I loved looking at my grandma that way. I was sad because I know in due time the lord will be calling her home soon. I smiled as I entered her room and went laid in the bed next to my grandma with my head in her lap. My grandma began running her soft small old fingers through my hair. My grandma always

I have gotten to know my grandparents and grandmother. One in particular was my grandma Arnold or “Marsh”. She was the perfect grandma that anyone could have. She would play on the floor with you. She would play make believe with you. She was my favorite grandma. I remember when I was little playing in her spare room with my kitchen set. She would always like playing with me. I would pretend that I was a waitress or a cook and she was my client. She would always eat my fake food. Then when we

1997 to Mandy Dollich and Terry Reno. My mom grew up with very religious grandparents and not so religious parents. My grandma, her mother, and my grandpa, her father, we hippies and the “cool” parents. The liked to throw parties and to have fun especially my grandfather. He told me that one time he got so drunk that he had to have my mom, who at the time was only eleven, drive him home. My Great Grandmother, though, was extremely religious and she took my mom 's church every Sunday morning for

while I am mourning the loss of my mother until my Aunt Laura decided to come to town. My Aunt was older than my mother she was fifty and would never admit to being older than 45. My Aunt Laura always ignored me and almost never visited. She would acknowledge my presence or even be nice to me so it was very strange to see her here so soon before the funeral. She came in in an all-black attire. She had a black lacy dress with a black boa and a black hat with a veil. My aunt has very dark reddish brown

“ My grandmother knew what life was all about; no one ever left her house with an empty belly, without getting a hug ,also without hearing I love you. She touched the heart and soul of everyone that met her but none other than me.” She was always there for me and everyone else in our family. She’s what you would call “the rock” of the family because she knew how to keep us all together and going. As a child, my grandma was one of the best in the world to me. I always wonder how an elderly

found myself sitting across from my grandmother named Nancy Parish whom my family nicknamed “Meme”. We met at her favorite lunch spot, Nordstrom’s café, which was a halfway point between my apartment and her log cabin home. My sixty-seven-year-old grandmother told me she was tickled pink and delighted that she was being interviewed for my final paper. For this interview, I decided to focus on her marriage to my grandfather named Wade whom we nicknamed “Papa Wade”. My grandfather passed away from lung