My Grandparent’s House Essay

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

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

When we got to my grandparent’s house, my dad’s side of the family was already there, and we had eggs for breakfast, and hamburgers for lunch. Then we played yard games and a bounce house. At the end of the day we had a bonfire, roasted marshmallows and made s’mores.

Grandma and Grandpa are probably some of the most amazing people in the world. I am really blessed to be so close with grandma and grandpa. Both distance wise and relationship wise. I don’t even know where to start. Between all the cooking lessons, rock shows, R.V. shows, birthdays, track meets, concerts, holidays, dinners, snakes, shopping trips and so on I have a lot of ground to cover in not a lot of time. I’ll start with the cooking lessons.

One Thursday while they were here my mom, the five girls, and my two younger brothers piled into our minivan and drove to a nearby boat dock to swim. The temperatures were soaring at a coma-inducing 95 degrees, and the sun was sweltering. I was miserable and sweaty. Once we got there the big girls took off our outer layer of clothes and took a picture to post on social media later.Then, as I got my towel out and ready for when I

Every spring break my family and I visit my grandparents who own a condo in Marco Island, FL, at the Manor. They go down in the winter and come back to their house in Iowa in the spring. This year my family and I got to visit them for a week. We spent the week walking on the sandy beach, watching sunsets, playing in their crystal clear blue water pool, biking with my grandpa, and relaxing. We also has great some desserts, like warm, homemade pie, delicious, creamy ice cream, and my grandpa’s favorite,

So as we settle down at my grandparents, on that wonderful sunny day. We all to go slowly walk to the big blue pool. So I am spending time splashing and swimming in their cool pool. So we all got out

My grandma usually starts off by saying something along the lines of “how’s school going for you? How are your grades? How is work going? Do you like your teachers?” This part of the conversation doesn’t last long

Every Sunday just I and my dad would go to my great-grandfather’s house. My mom would stay home and take care of my sisters. Lindsay was like my second home. I knew the streets and where they led to. Going there was easy as well you’d just have to go north on Main Street all the way to Lindsay without turning and his house would be on the right. I and my dad would usually be the last ones there because we were always late. Arriving my great-grandfather house, he would say, “Looks who’s coming in it’s my cowboy!” He would always call me this because one time when I was about five I dressed as a cowboy for Easter. I wore the whole outfit which was the hat, boots, flannel, and the Wrangler Jeans. Ever since then he would call me a cowboy. I never really minded it because I knew I looked silly that day. After greeting everyone we would eat some traditional foods that my aunts or uncles brought. Some of these foods include rice, beans, cactus, tortillas, and sometimes posole. After eating our meals the adults would stay in the dining room and talk. They spoke in Spanish so I hardly understood what they talked about. I and my cousins, however, would go outside if it was a sunny day and play fun games. There would be four of us and sometimes five. We would play tag, soccer, basketball, hide-and-seek, and other fun activities. If there was bad weather me and my cousins would stay inside any play Super Mario Bros on the Wii. We would take turns playing and we would have a blast. After being there for about four hours we would finally say goodbye to each other and go home. I hated leaving because I knew the next day was school.

The familiar smell of soft cookies and homemade cooking are common thoughts when people think about their grandma's house. Great feasts and family gatherings play a part in everyone's grandmother's home. But when I really think about my grandma's house only one word comes to my mind: fun.

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.

The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning

“The House I Live In,” a movie that explains the war on drugs from multiple perspectives from addict to enforcement and lawmaker between.

One place that I see every day but don’t put much attention to is my house. The house that I live in is near by a park and a gas station. My house is small and cozy is made of steel frames, the anterior part of the house has a beige and pink color that combine a beautiful shade. The inside of my house has many portraits of family members and drawings. I have a total of two bathrooms and four rooms a kitchen and two living rooms. We have a living room that’s used for grown-ups and the other one is used for the children. The kitchen table and chairs are made of wood, in the ceiling there is big chandelier. The walls of my house are painted in different colors that are green, beige and pink. I like that every room has its own different color, it’s not boring it brings life and shade.

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".