grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Hope
The train was overcrowded and I had to sneak to the back. I felt like one of grandmame’s threads weaving through the tight fabric of that red dress she had been knitting for me. I leaned against the cold walls of the train and watched my reflection on the door’s window glass. I looked like a very fat thread in that fabric and I was even larger since I was wearing my backpack in front. I was supporting my backpack like grandmame had to support her huge belly.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah5 years ago in Families
Letters From Squirrels
Grandma Millicent was an eccentric old broad. That’s how she liked to describe herself, and honestly? It was spot on. I guess growing up I was closer to Grandma Millicent than anyone else, but to say that we were “close” is…a stretch. We hadn’t really talked much these past few years. I haven’t talked to much of my family since I left my parents’ house. We were never all that tight knit.
By Arianna Startt-Zakrzewski5 years ago in Families
My Future
I sat across from Mr. Cheaves in a worn-out leather chair that he pulled up to his desk. I think you are going to like this he said. I respond with a short smile. I do not like surprises of any type. I do not like phone calls that disrupt the flow of my day and I especially do not like Mr. Cheaves.
By Renita Shadwick5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
My life wasn’t always like this, fancy, glamorous and lavish. At least, not until I wrote a wish on the little black book my Grandmother left me before she died. Now, I cannot find this book anywhere in my giant house in Beverly Hills. I am desperate. I need to find this book so that I can make a wish again.
By Daniela Rincon Morassutti5 years ago in Families
Important Things
I would have liked my grandfather. Dad told me lots of stories about him and the farm where his family grew up outside Topeka. I came along late in my parents’ lives and never got to meet any of my grandparents. If I could pick only one to meet, it would be Grandpa Everett.
By Michael Webb5 years ago in Families
Between two worlds.
I did not come from money. I came from an average middle class family. My dad was the owner of the Chinese takeaway restaurant in town and my mom would help him while also taking care of my three siblings and I at home. My grandparents moved from China to the London in the 50’s trying build a better life. My grandfather still lives with us, or rather we all lived with him. This was not uncommon in Chinese families.
By Michelle Lee 5 years ago in Families
“How do you measure your value?” ~ Loretta Lynn
Imagine you're a bored little girl with nothing to do but stick different metal ball barring's in your ear until one is finally small enough to fit...and then it proceeds to fall deep into your ear canal and cannot be retrieved without a doctor. Or whilst pushing laundry through a motorized wringer, your arm goes catches and gets pulled through, what are the chances that while enjoying a wonderful day of sliding on cardboard boxes down a steep hill, slick with prairie grass, you hesitate in jumping off to safety in time and tumble and roll right on to railroad tracks and one of the spikes spears your leg? The closest doctor is over the mountain and across the bridge.
By Kimberly Stone5 years ago in Families
How to choose 90th Birthday Gift for your Grandpa
Wow! Your Grandfather is turning 90. First thing first, heartiest congratulations! Pass my best wishes to him! Finding something useful for a 90-year-old might appear as the toughest task because, by then, the person probably possess almost everything in his life. But, don't worry, that's what I am here for!
By Martha Tim5 years ago in Families
Thanks, Grammy!
It was a cold rainy day in October, and the last thing Tonya wanted to do was what had to be done. Her Grammy had recently died due to complications from COVID-19, and it was time to clean out Grammy’s apartment. Grammy had lived in public housing in a small town in Florida. Tonya lived about 45 minutes away in Alabama. During the drive, Tonya reflected on her Grammy’s life. Grammy was an amazing woman. She was born in 1904 and had married young. She and her first husband, BJ, had seven children together one of which passed during childhood. BJ died six months after the last child was born. Which left Tonya’s Grammy to raise six children on her own. She worked as a tenant farmer to raise her children. She remarried when her youngest daughter was about 12 years old. She and her husband Harry had one child who also passed during childhood. Loosing a child can leave a person bitter and cold, but Grammy persevered. She was survived by all six children who made it to adulthood, 35 grandchildren and even more great grandchildren. While she never owned land or had much to her name, she always had enough. The thing Tonya admired most about her Grammy was she’d done all this on a third-grade education.
By Thresa Leach5 years ago in Families
End of the Rainbow
As you get older, your prevailing mood etches itself onto your face. In the shards of mirror surrounding my Grandma’s mosaic, I see reflections of someone who is always tired and never catching up because they’re not sure what that would look like. Since the funeral, I’ve wondered if that’s how my face will look now.
By Lotus Finch5 years ago in Families
The Canary
There it sat, parked along the curb, waiting for me in all its goldenrod beauty. The “Canary” she’d called it, old enough to have gone out of style and rusty enough to never come back in. I was the new owner of Grandma’s ‘78 Pacer, the only thing she’d left to me, the unwanted thing, the thing that was now all mine. The keys dig into my palm as I head towards it with my coffee mug pinned against my body and backpack slipping off one shoulder.
By Amy Lamson5 years ago in Families
