grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Bunny's Guide to Happiness. Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge.
I've been informed ‘Bunny’ is the kind of nickname the English upper crust would give each other in the 20's. My Grandmother was born in 1919, and was well into her 80's when she adopted Bunny as a puppy. He was a black and white Maltese Shitzu, but not entirely what she had in mind. From the beginning, Grandma referred to him exclusively as 'she' or ‘her’. Bunny grew bigger than most of his breed but she insisted on having him groomed in a Pekingese style with a short fringe and hair grown well past his ears. She perhaps imagined some little gremlin, who hissed and spat from the sleeve of a Chinese empress - but Bunny was not that. Still, such was my grandmother's single-mindedness that she simply assumed Bunny would become what she wanted him to be. Bunny would urinate with a squat rather than a cocked leg. I'm aware that it's not all that unusual in male dogs, but my father and uncle still speculated he’d been trained by force to keep his leg down - most likely with a jab to the ribs with her walking stick. They found Bunny an endearing character and treated him with the sympathy of some estranged sibling who was enduring the same trials they had known as boys.
By Charles Thompson3 years ago in Families
The Worn Spot on the Floor
The smell of summer morning was replaced by the sweet aroma of bacon frying when I opened my grandma’s door. She always made sure there was plenty of that salty delicacy on the kitchen table because my cousin and I loved to graze on it all morning while consuming glass upon glass of the sweet tea in the brown ceramic pitcher.
By Ginger Gillenwater3 years ago in Families
Grandparents and Grandchildren Conspire
I am still investigating this story. Who is uprooting the authority of the parents in their own household? Who would be so brazen and bold to uproot the natural order of the parental units? Many mothers and fathers have sought asylums in neighboring countries like Mexico and France. Under the pretense of second honeymoons and anniversaries, parents have tried to escape to all-inclusive resorts. Without children without grandparents. Parents seem eager to get away and leave everything. After one week, the parents' request for parental asylum was rejected by the host nation and begrudgingly parents returned to their native country with long faces and regrets. Details are incomplete. My sources have become tight-lip and have recanted their statements. I am still trying to figure out who is the mastermind behind the coup to unseat the parents.
By Zante Cafe3 years ago in Families
Father Value
Family structures can be connected to the idea of a family tree. The structure is based upon who had breed together to create the family that exists as a whole and tends to continue to grow. Family structures can also be defined by the roles or power each individual has in the lineage. Normally the Grandmother and her husband hold the highest power that gets passed down to their children, eldest to youngest, and they pass it down to their children. I’ve learned hierarchy proves nothing other than age being increased, in my opinion of the black families. Much like other populations, we tend to suffer from single-parent households and poverty. I plan to discuss the findings of Patricia Thomas of Duke University on the effects of father presence in black homes.
By Drako the Righter3 years ago in Families
A Grandmother's Trust
Growing up, I always thought of you as the perfect grandmother. There had never been a moment where I didn't want to spend the night at your house; even when you lived thousands of miles away. It had gotten so bad, that I actually would keep toys and clothes at your house because I knew I'd be back for them at the end of the day. I would even make an imprint on your own belongings for me to come back to later on (just like how I'd write thousands of stories on this old laptop you have; so that I can see how my writing style changed throughout the year). You were my soulmate. You are my soulmate. You.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Families
Grandfather's Ambrosia
I sit at my grandfather’s desk, in his house, his garden, his home. He is alive around me. I took a moment to stroll where he may have walked. I saw the world with his eyes. I stopped intuitively at different moments, looking at a flower here, a tree there. I saw his care and character in each present living thing that exists in his garden. Even under duress without his constant touch, his life is strong in its contribution. His legacy continuing to touch the present moment in daily life; none more present than being amongst the plants, soil and growth he nurtured. The rocks he carefully and meticulously placed with purpose behind each placement so that even the unmoving would move people with an image of who he is.
By Dylan Breen3 years ago in Families
