grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
The Little Black Book
I held the old, tattered, small black book in my hands as I caressed its shiny oiled leather cover. It had been amongst my late mother’s things, hidden away in the corner of the dusty attic in some long-forgotten boxes. Apparently, it had been with my Grandad’s things when he had been reported as killed at the beginning of WW2 and was returned as part of his personal effects to my grandmother, and my mother had then inherited it after she had died. Now that my mother had died, I had now inherited her things.
By Cathy Howe5 years ago in Families
Grandma's Treasures
Sitting looking out at the waves crashing against the beach from my deck, feeling a bit chilly even with the sun on my face, I start thinking about my grandma. Gladys. She has been gone a few years now, but has not left my heart. Her gift changed my life.
By Cheryl Keller5 years ago in Families
The Gypsy and the Fortune
As Florence settled into her seat, for the onward flight to Rome, tears welled up in her eyes. Only moments earlier she had farewelled her much loved cousins, with a smile on her face, but now the extraordinary sadness emerged, as it had before in the same scenario, played out two years earlier. It amazed her, after having grown up on the other side of the world, how her heart-strings pulled. She let the tears fall, until her beloved Croatia, the shoreline of Split, and the islands below, could no longer be seen from the window.
By Tania Maree Herbert5 years ago in Families
A Change in the Forecast
A year after her grandmothers’ death, she woke up to a day of mourning. Her heart was hurt and heavy, she tried to smile for her family, but her numbness overcame all other emotions. As she closed her eyes for along pause from reality, she could feel her grandmas hugs as a tear quietly ran down her cheek. She wondered if she would always feel this way, as if she had done all she could but would constantly fall short of everyone else’s expectations of her.
By Corttnee Schmidt5 years ago in Families
Last One Standing
There was only one move left for him to win, his eyes sparkled with mischief. He looked down at his cards, and then over at his opponent. Her smile lit up the room. “Pawpaw! Just play your hand already, I know you’re going to win.” He laid out his last card. “SKIPBO!” He yelled with a gleeful laugh. The girl shot him a competitive look. “Round two?” She asked. How could he not accept this challenge? The two played cards until well after the old mans bed time. But he didn’t care at all because they spent the time together. “Okay Lily, time for this old fart to go to bed!” The man exclaimed. “That’s only because you won all ten rounds, no fair!” Lily said. The old man laughed at her. He always loved spending time with his granddaughter. “We can play a different week.” He suggested. Lily nodded her head in agreement, and he took her home.
By Evalysse Garber5 years ago in Families
A Journey in Need
Grace District was my home, my paradise for the majority of my existence. When I was accepted into the psychology course, a unique and rare opportunity, moving closer to the capital of The United Nations of Strail was my only option. It was the start of a new chapter. Like the caterpillar when emerging from its cocoon to become a butterfly, city life enveloped me in new beginnings.
By Tiffany Dewey5 years ago in Families
Raney's Day
My grandfather had left me his final masterpiece; the most otherworldy rolltop desk you'd ever seen. Secrets upon secrets lay imbued into the dark oak and stained pine with its drawers, cubbies, and nooks galore. And magic. He had recognized almost immediately after I was born that we were old souls of like fashion; kindred spirits born to create functional art. He had planted the seed early in my life to not just decorate space with things, but to build things to occupy that space, and to learn to build things in such a way that a part of your soul was left in the grain of the wood. That is the magic I was taught. I felt him still as I sat down and began exploring his handiwork.
By Daniel Pittman5 years ago in Families
In A Year
Here I am, trying to make sure everything is accurate. So much is riding on this. I have boxes of receipts and a folder with the past year’s bank statements. None of it was as important as the little black book in my purse. Everything must match this little book of sixty pages. One of my favorite movies is Rent and the opening song never meant so much until this year. I agreed to do this. I could have said no, but I didn’t and here we are. We’re sitting in this cozy little office with boxes, a folder and this little black book waiting to talk to my grandparent’s lawyer.
By F. D. Pruitt5 years ago in Families
