grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
The Obsidian Book of Delacroix
“She shouldn’t have something like that! She’s only 15,” Uncle Roland objected. He stood beside his wife and two children who all remained seated. It appeared as if they didn’t share his feelings of disapproval. None of the Delacroix family who was present did either. Today was the distribution of my grandfather’s assets to all of the beneficiaries.
By Charles Allen5 years ago in Families
The Inheritance
Dear Journal, Day 0 My grandfather had always been a bit of an oddity. He started chain-smoking cigars before the age of 16, and bourbon was his water of choice for as long as I can remember. For my fifteenth birthday, he took me to the seediest strip club in the county. The bourbon and bills were tossed around so freely that the next morning I awoke in the drunk tank alone, I later found out my 75-year-old grandfather awoke in the bedroom of a stripper barely older than myself. My parents forbade me from seeing him at that point and cut him completely out of the family. I had no idea where he had gone, only that he had left Michigan.
By Bradley Bliss5 years ago in Families
The Book Said "Simply Pick Me UP" That's All It Said.
First off I want to tell you I have (or had) very little belief in anything to do with the supernatural. Ghosts, destiny, fortunes, I'm hardly what someone would call a believer. One day that all changed when I found a little black book near a trashcan by a psychic reading stand on the boardwalk in Santa Cruz, California. Looking back now however, I must say that some voice, something deep inside me did tell me to look down near that specific trash can and pick up that book, which said only that "Pick Me Up", a book that would have a significant impact on my immediate, upcoming life.
By Travis McDonald5 years ago in Families
Incestry.com
Many years ago - so many I don't remember, but well before I had children - my father's mother sent me a package in the mail that contained a complete set of generation charts my Aunt had labored on for years. My father died when I was three so she thought I should have them. I remember opening it and looking at the first page and seeing my mothers, fathers and my names on it, contemplating the rest and closing it again.
By Terri Ruley5 years ago in Families
Little Black Notebook
A Hidden Inheritance Lee Ann Li “You’ve grown up to be a different man than me”, said his father. The son looked at his reflection in the mirror and only saw a younger version of his father in his eyes, they both shared similar features including the same height.
By Leanne Hodgson 5 years ago in Families
Smart Cookie
My whole life, there were certain things that remained unchanged about my Grandfather. He was one of my very best friends, true blue. He always whistled, never sang or hummed. He always smelled of Old Spice aftershave, probably from the lifetime stockpile he'd received for almost every occasion throughout the 70's. And my Grandfather always had his Black Book.
By Susanne McCabe5 years ago in Families
I remember
When I think of my childhood home, I feel nothing but warmth that saturates my bones. And when I say home, I don’t necessarily mean a physical place. Home lives in my heart, and speaks to me through memories bathed in gold. From before I can remember, home was with my grandparents. Up at the trailer in Buckhorn, Ontario, or in their old home in the East York suburbs, home was with them. Home never felt like the house I grew up in from 5 to 17, or the apartment I had from 17 to 21. These are some of the memories I hold on to, from the house with the creaky floor boards, to the trailer where I spent every summer:
By Danika Moir5 years ago in Families
Welcome Home
Sarah closed the mailbox and sifted through the mail as she climbed the steps to her apartment. Amidst the overdue bills, she discovered a white envelope with a hand written return address for an Evelyn MacPherson. She didn’t know any MacPhersons, did she? Sarah opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. As she opened it, she was astonished to find a check for $20,000.00 made out to her. She paid it no attention, assuming it was just another scam, and she moved it to the back to read the letter.
By Melissa Hensley5 years ago in Families
Sarah's Promise
"I'm sorry Sarah, but if we don't receive $5,000 by the end of the week, you will have to withdraw from the class. It's not fair to those wait-listed who have the funds." Sarah hung up the phone and dropped her head into her hands. But no tears fell. There were no more tears that could fall.
By Margaret Howell5 years ago in Families
